Understand we'll go hand in hand but we'll walk alone in fear...
Annie's pacing in the park, for once without a puppy tagging along at her heels. She's just kind of hoping she'll run into... someone. Never mind how unlikely running into the person she wants is. And that it looks like it's going to rain any minute now. She can live with a little rain.
There's a lot of circling around the park, glancing around like she expects to see Becky any minute (because painkillers and a broken wing are a good combination for randomly deciding to go on a walk). Occasionally stopping and flopping down on a park bench to sulk for a half an hour or so.
Her phone rings, once, and she stares at the number on the front of it until it goes through to voicemail with a beep. She's still staring at it after it does. She could listen to that voicemail, but she already knows she won't want to know whatever it says. Whatever it is.
With a sigh, she puts her phone back into her purse, looking even more discontent than before.
This day just keeps getting better and better.
There's a lot of circling around the park, glancing around like she expects to see Becky any minute (because painkillers and a broken wing are a good combination for randomly deciding to go on a walk). Occasionally stopping and flopping down on a park bench to sulk for a half an hour or so.
Her phone rings, once, and she stares at the number on the front of it until it goes through to voicemail with a beep. She's still staring at it after it does. She could listen to that voicemail, but she already knows she won't want to know whatever it says. Whatever it is.
With a sigh, she puts her phone back into her purse, looking even more discontent than before.
This day just keeps getting better and better.