Okay, okay, I am not actually going to continue Gillian Flynn Sentence of the Day posts. I’m only on p. 12 and if I were to keep that up, it would get really repetitive, not to mention I’d have at least 100 Gillian Flynn Sentences and people might say I was trolling for attention.
The plot so far: a girl whose entire family was murdered by her brother (who is serving a life sentence in a penitentiary) gets $321,374 from a GoFundMe set up by sympathetic people and she squanders it all.
During one of her last meetings with her lawyer (who is honest; this is not that kind of novel), she finds out she has $982.12 left in the fund. He suggests she look for a job — perhaps as an administrative assistant?
She has three pieces of snail mail. The first one is from someone named Lyle Wirth who says he wants to make her “a legitimate business offer.”
Of course she bites and calls the number in the letter.
Lyle says he belongs to “a special club . . . meeting next week . . . ” He suggests they meet for coffee, and she demurs. He says, “A beer? Wine?”
“When?” says our intrepid heroine.
Pause. “Tonight?”
Pause. “Fine.”
The punch line is the very next sentence:
- Lyle Wirth looked like a serial killer.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.