I will keep working on this, though, but I keep finding areas to expand or contract, and have gone back and fixed stuff I didn't catch when I "published" it here. I do think, though, that podcasting a long piece like this would be more satisfying than what I'm doing now, since I could maybe say that I'd do a couple of chapters a week, put them out on a set schedule, then edit the whole batch together when I was done and sell it on Audible.
Man, I wish I were ambitious enough to do that.
When her dad came home, he brought a pizza (it had sausage on it, though, and she hated sausage), and they talked about her day. When Dad heard about the bus and the movie, he apologized for not leaving Tanissa some cash, but she told him they got in free.
“Free?” Dad had warned her many a time that in real life, nobody gets a trophy just for showing up, and that the only lottery she’d ever win was to be born in America, in the time that she did.
“I . . . I guess so.” It did seem like she’d left out an important part of the story. “Guess she knows the ticket guy,” Tanissa said, and then, “And the bus driver.” Drivers, plural. Strange.
“Well, I’m glad you made a friend. I was worried about you all day at work, and when you didn’t answer the phone . . .”
The girl felt bad about that, but couldn’t help mentioning that if she had a cellphone like Brekkyn did, that wouldn’t have been a problem.
“Right,” Dad said, “like you wouldn’t lose a phone in the first day somewhere.” He had a point; she did tend to misplace things. But Tanissa didn’t think she’d lose something as important as a phone. And if she did forget where she put it, they could just call it and listen for the ring like they did when Mama lost hers.
“We’ll see,” was all Dad could respond to that.