What's going on here?

What's going on here?
Well Amanda and Emily both have goals to write more. Amanda wants to write a poem and a half a day for the next year, while Emily wants to write for National Write a Novel Month (NaNoWriMo), which is usually in November, but she is going to do it from now until her mission on May 18th. Here is were you can follow us in our goals! Leave comments, encouragement, and what ever else you feel like.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Part 7; mrs. Piggle-Wiggle

Olivia sighed heavily. The state driver’s licenses looked real enough, expect Mrs. Piggle-Wiggles picture was of a bright happy smile, but the names on the credit card and the I.D. matched and she didn’t have enough evidence to find it false. She handed Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle back her I.D. Olivia swiped the credit card and started bagging the books. “Interesting last name, do you know any history on it.”
“Well my late husband, Bob Piggle-Wiggle, was a pirate, he left me with a great treasure, but his heritage, I am not sure.” She winked happily. Quietly Olivia held out the bag of books, looking confused. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle took the bag and said, “So polite, thank you, dear.”
Automatically Olivia said, “Your Welcome,” She waved and said, “Have a good day.”
“Thank you dear, you too.”
Olivia watched her leave the shop and could have sworn she disappeared once she left the front doors.
Olivia shook her head. Her day was turning out more and more unusual then it began. With determination she walked through the aisle of the book store back to her office, determined to have a normal rest of the morning. She looked through the rest of the mail, divided the books to read between her, Tim and the trash. She threw out junk mail and kept the invoices from publishers and her wholesale sellers. She went through the stock directories and order new books they needed. Then went through the specialty orders from customers and ordered those books. She looked at the order of books they were receiving today and rearranged the white board behind the desk, deciding where to put the new order. Mean while she answered a never ending stream of question as Tim, Mark, Sam and Rad poked their heads into the open office door. “There is a customer wanting the book, “The Ancient Times Past.” Can we do that?” “Would you prefer “Race Boy” to be put in Adventure or Mystery?” “Didn’t we order just twelve copies of “Armored Man”?” By the time Olivia got a knock on the door at twelve thirty, she finally felt like her day had bounced back to normal.
When she heard the knock, Olivia finished writing her last sentence in her email about the damaged book, “Royal Castle” and looked up. Mike was standing at the door way, holding a bag of Chilies to go, smiling. “I don’t know what you brought for lunch, but I figured you could use some Chilies.”
Olivia collapsed into her chair. Her mouth dropped open and she let her hands fall to her sides. “You have no idea.”
Mike came into the office and around the desk. He put the bag of food on the desk, put his hands on the back of her seat and the desk and leaned over her. His suit jacket was open and his yellow, blue polka dotted tie almost reached Olivia’s knee, trying to tickle them. “Tell me about it.” Olivia sat up from her slouch and kissed him, then gave his arm a solid punch, “Ow! What was that about?”
She raised her eye brow and pointed her finger at him. “If you hadn’t threw out my entire routine this morning, then maybe I wouldn’t have had such a bad morning.”
“Well then if I am the cause of such aggravation I’ll just take my lunch back.”
He tried to grab the sack back, but Olivia got to it first. “I will consider this as a peace offering and it is accepted.”
He stood back up, shook his head and smiled, “As long as the princess is pleased.”
Olivia started to dig through the Chilies bag and she found two Styrofoam boxes one marked alfredo and the other stuffed portabella. “Which one is mine?”
Mike sat on the lazy boy and leaned back he as answered, “I thought we could spilt, do you wanna divvy it up?”
“Sure.” She eyed Mike while transferring stuff mushroom from one container to the other. “So, if you are going to stay on my couch often, I think we need to cover some bases of my morning routine I would not like disturbed.”
“Ok. How about we go over those in another meeting?”
Olivia sucked some tomato sauce off her finger and handed Mike his Styrofoam dish, Mike sat up off the lazy boy chair which jiggled from the movement then stabilized as he sat back into it with his food.

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