Room 201, Sunday Late Afternoon
If asked why Rosalind had not made it to the library lately, well, in part it was that wasn't entirely certain if with his situation as it was, that Jono would appreciate too much company.
And in part it was her own distaste of forming a routine of that sort. Too predictable. It was the sort of thing that got good people killed when their enemies learnt their ways. Which was a bit paranoid but as a Turk, Rosalind was paranoid by nature.
For the moment, besides, she was busy working on another letter-that would go with the wrapped package on her desk-and wondering if it would be… unusual… for her to call her sister.
The older one.
She shook her head. One sister at a time, no?
[Open door, open post!]
And in part it was her own distaste of forming a routine of that sort. Too predictable. It was the sort of thing that got good people killed when their enemies learnt their ways. Which was a bit paranoid but as a Turk, Rosalind was paranoid by nature.
For the moment, besides, she was busy working on another letter-that would go with the wrapped package on her desk-and wondering if it would be… unusual… for her to call her sister.
The older one.
She shook her head. One sister at a time, no?
[Open door, open post!]