This is going around the ‘nets and I’ve been tagged a few times.
1. Go to the 77th page of your WIP or latest book.
2. Count down 7 lines.
3. Copy the 7 sentences that follow, and post them.
4. Tag 7 other authors.
I’m pretty sure all my author buds have been tagged someplace, so, here you go. In this scene, Gal is trying to convince her doctor to forgo some painful and what she considers unnecessary testing in order for her to get a kidney transplant. (This is 7 lines on my screen but the formatting’s all funny).
“I don’t know about ‘we,’ but I’m fine, thank you,” I say through a clenched jaw.
He walks on.
Dr. Blankenship turns back to me. This time, she actually finds it in her to meet my eyes. Hers are a watered-down green, the charcoal circles underneath not quite covered by her concealer. “Gal, please. I want to get you a kidney as badly as you do. But I have to abide by the rules. If you’re in danger of rejecting it, I can’t give it to you.”
“What about him?” I nod toward Walters’s retreating back. “He could drink it to death. Stop taking his blood pressure meds. He did it before. Seems like I’m a better bet.”