...until after reading chapter 15
Just to make sure, here's a little story to fill the space and give you time to leave. (Babymaker notes follow)
I looked in the cupboard and couldn't find my favorite bowl. The yellow one with the blue flowers around it seemed to be missing. A small panic gripped me, threatening to spoil everything until I looked inside the dishwasher. I took a deep breath and smiled at my silliness. Sometimes I like to forget things, such as putting away the dishes once they're clean and dry.
Upon the table I placed my bowl and went to the cupboard again, this time for my cereal. I found the box right where it was supposed to be. My many silver spoons were all in their drawer and I selected one at random. I've never had a favorite spoon or anything. I retrieved fresh milk from the refrigerator and sat down on a wooden chair near the window.
There's a comfort to preparing cereal. It's a friendly chore, simple and not complicated, and with a little practice even a small child can do it easily. I've done it many times and most often while thinking of other things. After filling my bowl with cereal and pouring the cold milk, I sprinkled sugar over the top. The crunchy sound made me smile as I eagerly pushed my spoon into the flakes.
At the time, I thought it the best bowl of cereal I'd ever had, but they're all about the same.
Okay, about Babymaker Chapter 15
It was awfully tempting to end the story with this chapter and promise a sequel "Babymaker II" ...But I decided not to do that. I'll continue with the original novel. So you can expect a chapter 16, but it's gotta be a real good one. I can't just shoot the main character and then not follow it up with something...Good.
Chapter 15 is a Transition, it changes things and allows a greater freedom for the story to develop. I didn't do it just because I couldn't think of anything else. I had a lot of thoughts. Actually, I was going to do a Murder-Suicide and kill off Dad, but I kinda like him and that seemed too harsh.
So I know this is a little unexpected. Some of us have doubts and we're nervous, but I never claimed to be predictable. Sometimes you just gotta hang a left to get where you're going. Except, I don't know where that is.
Pretend I didn't say that.
Okay? So, I just wanted to let you someone is in the cockpit and driving the airplane.
Merry New Year!