So, we’re having this killer party on December 6… and to get you in the mood, up until the sixth, you get to taste a chapter a day of Tell Me. Have I told you–it’s a Christmas story? The story unfolds over 30 days, from December 3 to January 1. But first, there’s this:
2001
Recovered from the exertions of your wedding night, lover? And the honeymoon?
—Fuck off.
Of course. Tell me next time you’re in Montreal.
—I will.
Good.
2002
Jane, what the fuck happened? What did I do? Tell me.
—Nothing. It’s not you. I have to be done.
Clarify.
—I can’t do this. I can’t be—his. Yours. And now the other. I can’t. I have to be done.
I don’t understand. But you know I won’t chase. I’m gone.
—Go. I’ll miss you. But please go.
Gone.
2002
Congratulations.
2004
Lover. Are you all right?
—I’m alive. Don’t fucking call me that.
2008
More new baby pics have made it my way. Congratulations, lover. You look happy.
—A) Don’t call me that. B) I am. C) Still an evolutionary dead-end?
Is that an indirect way of telling me to fuck off?
—Yes.
Gone. I am happy for you. Truly.
2010
Love the new look. Hot.
—Yup.
Knowing you’re hot—also hot.
—Not for you.
Ouch.
2011
—Happy birthday and all that.
Thank you. Lover. How are you?
—Fine.
Will you come see me next time you’re in Montreal?
—I have four children. I don’t jet set very much these days. Are you ever in YYC?
Rarely. But sometimes. Is that an invitation?
2012
I have a new client that will have me flying into YYC now and then. If that happens—will you see me?
—Maybe.
Maybe. That’s how it begins.
next: DAY 1–Maybe
December 3
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Can’t wait? You can still get Tell Me in time for Christmas from Chapters/Indigo: Tell Me (paperback).
Start reading on your e-reader anytime.
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A note on royalties and how you feed an author: I get about a $1CND when you buy the $3.99 e-book. You don’t want to know how little I get from the sale of each hard copy. So you should buy both. ;P
And… if you’re in yyc, consider yourself invited:
…and damn right I mean it. DRESS TO THE NINES.
mjc
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