The Encounter Blog interview with Etta Castle Teague HL: Back to your grandfather for a moment. The entire town was surprised when we found out that he was on the Council. That must have hit you pretty hard. ECT: No, not then. I already knew so it wasn’t a surprise for me. HL: With all the action that has been your life, it must have been nice to forgo that surprise. ECT: Yes, indeed. I don’t know about anyone else, but I have never liked surprises. I have always felt like they were sneaky attempts at distraction, or they are just badly played out, leaving the surprise-victim feeling awkward or wanting to throttle the one who has given the surprise. If we are all honest, we’d have to admit that we tend to feel a mixture of both.
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Etta had been home for a couple of hours. She allowed herself a moment to lie down. Her head was no longer pounding and the assaulting sound of high pitched frequencies had dulled in her ears. She still wasn’t herself, but at least she wasn’t vomiting.
Baldwin sat next to her. He had been silent since they’d left the hills, a contemplative expression painted on his drawn face. Etta asked him again what was on his mind even offering another apology for having blindsided him that morning.
“It’s not that, not to say that is still not an issue, but,” He turned towards her. “I suppose I had never really taken into consideration the way Mr. Albert felt about me. Honestly, it surprised me.”
Etta cocked her brow. “Baldwin, really? There are so many more important things going on right now. I mean does it really matter what Albert Castle thinks? That wasn’t even him speaking today. He is a doll, just like Clive, and just like Vanessa and a handful of other oily-eyed bandits in Greenwich Pass.”