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Nadine Lewis glanced up at the clock, peering over the top of the file she was skimming. Normally she'd read it several times over, paying attention to every detail. However, as the seventeen became an eighteen on the digital display, her concentration waned even further.
Eleven o'clock. That was what Jonathan had said. Well, "around eleven." Something like that. It was very nearly twenty past. Waiting and worrying... enough to drive anyone insane. She felt like all she'd done for two weeks was wait and worry. Like nothing productive had been done. Jonathan visited three times, called a bit more frequently. He'd assure her that everything was fine. A few complications with Harvey's recovery, but she shouldn't worry.
The bedroom was prepared, as was the couch. Two boxes waited in the bedroom, Harvey's clothes already hung in the closet. Another, smaller box was in the bathroom. He could put his things away in there as he'd prefer them. He'd have the bedroom, of course. She'd told Jonathan that even the first day. No guest of hers would be sleeping on the couch.
The red numbers changed again. Nineteen. Where were they?
Eleven o'clock. That was what Jonathan had said. Well, "around eleven." Something like that. It was very nearly twenty past. Waiting and worrying... enough to drive anyone insane. She felt like all she'd done for two weeks was wait and worry. Like nothing productive had been done. Jonathan visited three times, called a bit more frequently. He'd assure her that everything was fine. A few complications with Harvey's recovery, but she shouldn't worry.
The bedroom was prepared, as was the couch. Two boxes waited in the bedroom, Harvey's clothes already hung in the closet. Another, smaller box was in the bathroom. He could put his things away in there as he'd prefer them. He'd have the bedroom, of course. She'd told Jonathan that even the first day. No guest of hers would be sleeping on the couch.
The red numbers changed again. Nineteen. Where were they?