Mar 21, 2005 14:36
Danny has always hated the popular expression about hindsight, but he has to admit it's accurate.
Contusions, scrapes, a black eye. All of it explained away, all of it swept under the rug like so many of life's little bumps and bruises.
Another hot swallow of whiskey and Danny knows the truth. She'd been a spy all along and he'd never even noticed. He'd wanted to believe it was normal, that she was just "klutzy", the word she'd used to describe herself.
Normal is a myth, Danny thinks as he reaches for the phone. Nothing will ever be normal again.
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