Novel Excerpt (236 words)
“Would you like some more iced tea, sweetie?” Ms. Gladys Bombecker stood beside Kip Davis, pitcher and glass in hand. Her high-cut shorts and low neckline blouse were somehow incongruous with her late sixties body.
“Oh, no thank you, Ms. Bombecker. One glass was plenty today.”
This was Kip’s second trip to the house this week. First was the piano tuning. Today it was string replacement – three treble strings had “snapped” after his Monday morning visit. Oddly, the breaks had occurred not at the endpoints, where the piano strings wrap around tuning or hitch pins, but right in the middle, as if they had been cut with scissors.
“Please, honey, call me Gladys. If you’re not thirsty, is there anything else you want while you’re here? Anything?” She moved in closer, blocking out the weak lamplight. Kip’s eyes remained fixed on the tuning pin as he finished winding the final string.
“No thanks, Ma’am, I’m fine.”
“Ma’am? Humph,” Ms. Bombecker turned and muttered as she left the room.
Some clients demanded a certain amount of discretion, but as long as they paid his bill, Kip was more than happy to service their pianos. Backing out of the driveway ten minutes later, he noticed that she didn’t follow him out, waving, like on Monday. Hopefully he didn’t hurt her feelings too badly.
“Yep, another day in the life,” he sighed, and plotted a course for the downtown taco drive-thru.