The Friday 56…The Departed

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It’s the closest…cuz I’m editing.

“He . . .” Tiffany looked away. She chewed on her lip, her eyes
closed. Then quietly she whispered, “Everybody loved Tristan.
He was a good guy, you know? People . . . they listened to him.
Even me.”

About the Friday 56

  • Grab the book nearest you. Right now
  • Turn to page 56.
  • Find the fifth sentence.
  • Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
  • Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
  • Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

10 thoughts on “The Friday 56…The Departed

  1. Viki S.

    He chuckled rather than skittering off like so many did. He put time into her, attention. She narrowed her eyes, waiting. MESMERIZED by Lauren Dane

  2. tennismom mary g

    He took the sofa across from her.

    Edge Of Sight – Roxanne St. Claire

    Can’t wait to read The Departed 🙂

  3. Anastasia Samos

    A distant pounding startled her, and she spun around to the dog. “What was that?”

    Eternal Rider – Larissa Ione

  4. Sue

    “It was always you, you contacting and then you send me a letter telling me I can’t do something I never done!”

    Never Enough by Lauren Dane.

  5. Lynn R.

    I’m going to have to do this in two parts, because in the book I have in my purse, page 56 only has 4 sentences. The next chapter starts on page 57, so I’ll do the last paragraph (pretty much) from page 56, and the fifth sentence from page 57.

    Page 56: “Correction. Two people knew about the murder: me and the killer. I mean the killer and I. Grammatically correct or not, the knowledge scared the h-e-double-hockeysticks out of me!”

    Page 57: “Eventually, however, economics won out. I needed the moola.”

    Later,

    Lynn

  6. Lynn R.

    OK, maybe I should add the title and author? Ya think?!?

    “Calamity Jane,” by Kathleen Bacus.

    Later,

    Lynn, kicking herself.

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