“Not So Tender Is The Night” is the story of the not often heeded cautionary tale of everything that looks good isn’t always good for you. It’s mostly an urban romance but those of you who know me knows I don’t let anything stay traditional. This is a draft and a poster of which way things might go. It’s one of the latest books I have been working on.
It was a warm summer night when she pulled into the service station for her weekly fill-up. Got out and pumped her gas under the bright neon security lights. Go inside and pay. She doesn’t trust paying at the pump at 2:15 A.M.. Comes back outside and pull off heading home to her house in the Atlanta suburban of Stonecrest.
Forty one year old, divorcee Catlynne Daniels has been working the nightshift for years. Twelve years to be exact. The pay was much better than the day shift is why she stayed so long. Some might find it odd to work such strange hours but the work wasn’t hard. She was mostly alone in her office except the cleaning crew coming in to empty the trash bin but she learned to save them and herself time by light cleaning and leaving the waste basket in the hallway. All she did was merely perused what executives’ and their assistants have done during the day, polished it to make them look better at a presentation or whenever facing a client about their account.
What she liked best is that she gets to take care of things and business that normally would be closed if she worked the eight to six shift. Her two children, she saw them off to school every morning. Her mother moved in four years ago after the death of her father so she no longer had to use the company’s night care.