Door County’s formal
name was “Death’s Door County.”
“Isn’t that a little dark?”
“Well, that’s really why it’s been
shortened,” explained Janie. “I mean, I suppose people would still be attracted
a macabre name like that, but Door County just sounds lighter.”
“Why was it called that anyway?”
“Because of the dangerous strait between
Washington Island and Gill’s Rock. Back in the day, a lot of shipwrecks
happened there.”
“Hence, the large number of lighthouses
up here. That makes sense. What’s Gill’s Rock like?”
Janie laughed a little, “Oh, that’s all
the way on the northern tip of the peninsula. We don’t go there.”
“Don’t let Janie fool you, Annie,” Lizzy
smiled. “She’s just having fun with you. The peninsula isn’t that big. Gill’s
Rock is only 20 minutes away. I’d be happy to show you around there sometime
next week.”
“Thanks. I’d love that.”
After we all finished lunch, we parted
ways. Of course, I was still nervous about my upcoming call from Marcos, but
the lunch definitely helped take my mind off it. I was relieved that Janie hadn’t
asked about Donovan and my abrupt exit; I gave her a lot of credit for being
discreet. Coming from my nosy family, I had come to value discretion highly.
— –
Once I got back to the inn, I continued
writing until I got ready to meet my boss face-to-face. We had
decided that we would meet in the inn’s restaurant.
So, until about four o’clock, I
continued working on a book that may never see the light of day.
I really didn’t think I’d ever hear from
Marcos again. He had been so unstable and illogical. Imagine my shock when he
called about two hours before Harry was due to arrive. When the phone rang, I
thought it was Harry and picked it up without even looking at the Caller ID.
“Hello, Annie! How’s my favorite
ghostwriter doing?” Marcos cheerfully asked when I answered the phone.
“Um, fine. Great. How are you?” He
sounded really happy. Was Marcos giving a class on 101 ways to confuse your
ghostwriter? Because he was succeeding mightily.
“Very well, thank you. Okay, let’s get
to work. Where did we leave off yesterday?” Um, you wanted to fire me from the
project and have Harry assign a new writer, I thought.
“Sure. Great. Yeah, let’s get to work,” I
muttered. “I didn’t write out any questions for today. I just thought we’d
continue with your narrative. If that’s okay with you?” He seemed to like
hearing the sound of his voice, and it took the onus of communication off of me.
Win-win.
So, he proceeded to repeat EVERYTHING he
had shared yesterday.
Since I didn’t need to pay attention to
take notes, I completely stopped listening to him. He went on unfettered for
about 40 minutes. Suddenly, I realized, he was talking about something
different.
“…and I was out walking with my wife. When
I stopped to talk to a different neighbor, I walked away from my wife for a few
seconds. Literally, in the blink of an eye, the dog lunged at Diana. She was
only trying to pet him and that damn dog scratched her. I know that dog would
have done further damage but in the nick of time, I was able to reach Diana.
With one hand, I pulled the dog off of her in order to prevent any further
injuries. Feeling that the dog might cause more injury to others if it
continued to run wild, I took the dog and put it in my car. I intended to take
the dog to the dog pound.”
Hesitantly, I asked, “What kind of a
dog?”
He ignored my question completely and
kept trucking along. I reasoned it was probably for the best.
“My neighbor saw me from her front door.
She screamed for me to let the dog go and that she’d already called the cops on
me. Sure enough, I heard squad cars in the distance. One of the cops got me
with his stun gun.”
A stun gun? Wow, I didn’t anyone who’d
been zapped with a stun gun before.
“When I came to, I was on my way to the
police station again.
name was “Death’s Door County.”
“Isn’t that a little dark?”
“Well, that’s really why it’s been
shortened,” explained Janie. “I mean, I suppose people would still be attracted
a macabre name like that, but Door County just sounds lighter.”
“Why was it called that anyway?”
“Because of the dangerous strait between
Washington Island and Gill’s Rock. Back in the day, a lot of shipwrecks
happened there.”
“Hence, the large number of lighthouses
up here. That makes sense. What’s Gill’s Rock like?”
Janie laughed a little, “Oh, that’s all
the way on the northern tip of the peninsula. We don’t go there.”
“Don’t let Janie fool you, Annie,” Lizzy
smiled. “She’s just having fun with you. The peninsula isn’t that big. Gill’s
Rock is only 20 minutes away. I’d be happy to show you around there sometime
next week.”
“Thanks. I’d love that.”
After we all finished lunch, we parted
ways. Of course, I was still nervous about my upcoming call from Marcos, but
the lunch definitely helped take my mind off it. I was relieved that Janie hadn’t
asked about Donovan and my abrupt exit; I gave her a lot of credit for being
discreet. Coming from my nosy family, I had come to value discretion highly.
— –
Once I got back to the inn, I continued
writing until I got ready to meet my boss face-to-face. We had
decided that we would meet in the inn’s restaurant.
So, until about four o’clock, I
continued working on a book that may never see the light of day.
I really didn’t think I’d ever hear from
Marcos again. He had been so unstable and illogical. Imagine my shock when he
called about two hours before Harry was due to arrive. When the phone rang, I
thought it was Harry and picked it up without even looking at the Caller ID.
“Hello, Annie! How’s my favorite
ghostwriter doing?” Marcos cheerfully asked when I answered the phone.
“Um, fine. Great. How are you?” He
sounded really happy. Was Marcos giving a class on 101 ways to confuse your
ghostwriter? Because he was succeeding mightily.
“Very well, thank you. Okay, let’s get
to work. Where did we leave off yesterday?” Um, you wanted to fire me from the
project and have Harry assign a new writer, I thought.
“Sure. Great. Yeah, let’s get to work,” I
muttered. “I didn’t write out any questions for today. I just thought we’d
continue with your narrative. If that’s okay with you?” He seemed to like
hearing the sound of his voice, and it took the onus of communication off of me.
Win-win.
So, he proceeded to repeat EVERYTHING he
had shared yesterday.
Since I didn’t need to pay attention to
take notes, I completely stopped listening to him. He went on unfettered for
about 40 minutes. Suddenly, I realized, he was talking about something
different.
“…and I was out walking with my wife. When
I stopped to talk to a different neighbor, I walked away from my wife for a few
seconds. Literally, in the blink of an eye, the dog lunged at Diana. She was
only trying to pet him and that damn dog scratched her. I know that dog would
have done further damage but in the nick of time, I was able to reach Diana.
With one hand, I pulled the dog off of her in order to prevent any further
injuries. Feeling that the dog might cause more injury to others if it
continued to run wild, I took the dog and put it in my car. I intended to take
the dog to the dog pound.”
Hesitantly, I asked, “What kind of a
dog?”
He ignored my question completely and
kept trucking along. I reasoned it was probably for the best.
“My neighbor saw me from her front door.
She screamed for me to let the dog go and that she’d already called the cops on
me. Sure enough, I heard squad cars in the distance. One of the cops got me
with his stun gun.”
A stun gun? Wow, I didn’t anyone who’d
been zapped with a stun gun before.
“When I came to, I was on my way to the
police station again.
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