Dr. Covington's Office, All Day Saturday
Doctor Covington was in.
Not by design, and certainly not out of any intent to make herself accessible to visiting parents.
Look, the Playstation was here, all right?
The usual cigar smoke and stream of profanity-laced mutterings made their way through the half-open doorway. Today's stream of mutterings were something along the lines of:
"Stupid dungeons . . . take damn well forever . . . stupid monsters . . . can't just create a rockslide, no . . . treasure you get isn't even worth the effort . . . died again?!?"
She might notice if you came in. Might.
Not by design, and certainly not out of any intent to make herself accessible to visiting parents.
Look, the Playstation was here, all right?
The usual cigar smoke and stream of profanity-laced mutterings made their way through the half-open doorway. Today's stream of mutterings were something along the lines of:
"Stupid dungeons . . . take damn well forever . . . stupid monsters . . . can't just create a rockslide, no . . . treasure you get isn't even worth the effort . . . died again?!?"
She might notice if you came in. Might.