Getting somewhere.

Well, I'm done for now. I spent a long time plotting and quite a bit of time writing today. I think this story is finally on track. Here's a taste:

She wanted to apologize for taking a swing at him, or for putting his sport coat in mortal peril. But she suddenly found her mouth dry, and air was filling her lungs only reluctantly. Instead she said, “Hello, Jonathan.” The second word was a whisper.

Now I just need to work on my dialogue. And I need to figure out WHO Jonathan is. So far, he's just a stand in for a real character.