Chapter 7Allie hit send on the email, settling back in her chair with a coffee mug clasped tightly in her hands. As she sipped the earthy beverage, she imagined the email winging its way through cyberspace to land in the mailbox of the author. Two days until deadline. Closer than I care to call it. The big red ‘X’ with the neon green circle around it no longer held any power over her, she got the manuscript back in the scheduled time, even if she was calling it too close for her tastes. Distractions were nice, perhaps actually needed at times, as long as she stayed on course.
How long has your life revolved around work and Checkers, though? Remember why you got the furball to begin with?
At that moment her best friend lay sprawled out on his back, upper lip drooping to reveal a few teeth
