Linda was by all means an ordinary girl. She was a stalky woman with short reddish hair and washed-out grey eyes and was at times, probably one of the quietest people you would meet.
She worked as an independent books editor for a local printing press, and was hard at work on the latest Dillard Woo novel. She wasn't fond of Dillard's penmanship and prose style, but the ideas he came up with were often original in a 'done to death' scenario. His popular 'Shellie Vernon, Private Investigator' often relied upon some of the most simplest of ideas, often re-inventing them to get around the modern time of forensic science and skills.
Linda paused, tapping her red pencil to her chin. She did like the story so far, but Dillard had gotten carried away with his adjectives once again, and Linda was making quite a number of red marks throughout the first text. She preferred this old-fashioned way of editing, since it gave the artist a chance to preview in color, and see for them self what changes were suggest. They had to think about things before they typed over their work and built up the story chapter by chapter.
Linda had been about to make a mark when a loud THUD at the window startled her. She cracked the pen in her hand and the red ink instantly leaked.
"Ugh!" she said, and raised a hand to her chin to get ink off her face. She succeeded only in smudging it and making it worse. "Well. What in the world did that." She wondered aloud, as she rose and walked toward the kitchen sink.
She mused aloud "I'll look at myself later," dried her hands and went to investigate the source of the noise at the window.