Chapter Two, Episode Thirty-Seven - In Between - Situationally Theirs

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This episode, In Between, is short and did have a number of typo's in it! Even though this piece is short, I still found wordiness to be a problem. Old school grammatically correct words but redundant phrasing. 

Two examples from this episode are: All the way home from the estate, they revolved in her head trying to sort through it all. 

In the first example, 'from the estate' had been previously indicated. In the second example, 'revolved' was a sufficient descriptor.  

In Between

“Light-hearted lovelies…..” Dez could hear Martha’s voice echoing among the daisies. “I’ll have to see if Samuel can split some of the daisies at the back of the orchard. We’ve got that old tree in our back yard that has needed something since James first took me to the cottage.”

On her way home from the Estate, Dez was stuck. Martha was part of this 'stuckness', but so was her sister. They each had ideas and plans cooking. Dez found herself inserted into both plans, but had to keep quiet. Now she was just full of questions. All the way home from the estate, they revolved in her head. Staying away letting Emelina’s ideas play out wouldn’t work. Em had already asked for her help. She only saw Martha once in a while, but her invitation to the belated post elopement party still stood. And she was part of Martha’s plans. Her job would be to keep her sister and husband away until everyone had arrived. Fortunately no day or time had been confirmed yet. And Em’s plans were still in discussion. Getting a headache from trying to wrap her head around the mess she was in, she turned the car radio up and rolled down her window. The late afternoon breeze was cool and fresh. 

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'What if plans were set for the same day?'

Dez had dropped all her things just inside her apartment door, her keys to the table beside her. Getting pad of paper and pencil from her desk, she went to the kitchen. Setting her coffee mug under the spout of her new espresso machine, she pushed the buttons for 'strong' and 'latte'. Sitting at her kitchen table, she tried to make sense of her questions. In order to help both Em and Martha, but still keep their confidences, she would try to sort things out. The sputtering from the espresso machine stopped. Still looking at the blank lines of the pad as if solutions would just write themselves out, she pushed herself away and got her latte. Dez stopped mid sip. Aloud she said “I'm over thinking this whole thing. But Em asked me for advice and......no, I'm only tangled up in my own concerns. I'm worried that they'll butt heads with each other. Em throwing money at her people and Martha feeling less than because of it. My worries. Only my worries.”

Grabbing up her pen, she scribbled over her words. Tearing the offending page from the yellow legal pad, she crumpled it up and tossed it across the table. “Em will decide what she needs to do and Martha will decide what she needs to do. Right now, I'll take my latte to the balcony and enjoy the rest of my evening.”

“And a step backward, after making a wrong turn, 

is a step in the right direction.”

~ Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano