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It’s hours before Angela’s mom and dad get home, and she’s sitting at the kitchen table with her progress reports, waiting for them.
And it’s hours before everything is out (well, not everything, but about the progress reports and the attack-those they can know about) and the crying stops.
The first thing that Angela notices, and it hits her like a freight train-her mother looks markedly older. But…she wasn’t supposed to age. She isn’t…
She gasps a little. There’s a scar on her father’s wrist. That wasn’t there in Milliways.
She looks a little pale as she looks up at them, and not just from nerves at having to tell them everything. They’re…they’re not the same.
All that worry, for nothing. They were never the same. Doing what Mesaana said. Having that…that…thing in her dreams.
For nothing!
The desperation, the tears in her eyes as she looks hopelessly up at them, knowing that she can’t tell them everything (why bother, it would hurt them too much…), are very, very real.
“Mom, Dad…I’m in trouble…” she begins shakily, and the first tears begin to fall as she reaches into her pocket for the progress reports.
To be continued…
And it’s hours before everything is out (well, not everything, but about the progress reports and the attack-those they can know about) and the crying stops.
The first thing that Angela notices, and it hits her like a freight train-her mother looks markedly older. But…she wasn’t supposed to age. She isn’t…
She gasps a little. There’s a scar on her father’s wrist. That wasn’t there in Milliways.
She looks a little pale as she looks up at them, and not just from nerves at having to tell them everything. They’re…they’re not the same.
All that worry, for nothing. They were never the same. Doing what Mesaana said. Having that…that…thing in her dreams.
For nothing!
The desperation, the tears in her eyes as she looks hopelessly up at them, knowing that she can’t tell them everything (why bother, it would hurt them too much…), are very, very real.
“Mom, Dad…I’m in trouble…” she begins shakily, and the first tears begin to fall as she reaches into her pocket for the progress reports.
To be continued…