Story idea
Look an original thought... I hope... Character is mine.
“Is your mom or dad home?”
God, I hate my voice, Beth Miller thought frowning into the receiver. “I’m the lady of the house,” she grumbled, stomping to her couch and flopping down. Before the telemarketer could utter another word, said lady of the house clicked off the phone and tossed it on the coffee table with a sigh. “No, I don’t want any,” she told the air as she ran a hand through her recently cropped brown hair.
Her gray eyes darted to the manila envelope under the cordless phone, her heart catching as she gazed at the offensive parcel.
... and that's all I've got... back to packing...