Coffee and Discussion : take_mychances
Duela tapped on the steering wheel of the silver two-seater she'd bought herself when the new year's line had been released. As far as she was concerned, it was a cozy little ride well worth every cent she'd paid.
The car idled outside the school as children-- god, even the oldest ones looked so young!-- hurried past, running out to meet cars or buses or friends to walk with. It seemed impossible that she was ever that young, that she'd spent nine years in a school very much like the one her sister now attended.
The blond woman waited as patiently as she could, though her mind was busy, considering all the possibilities that could have led to Dalia's call last night. Had there been a fight? God. Had Dad left again? Had Dalia seen him hit their mom? Duela didn't doubt that hadn't stopped, but she hoped Dalia had never seen it.
The car idled outside the school as children-- god, even the oldest ones looked so young!-- hurried past, running out to meet cars or buses or friends to walk with. It seemed impossible that she was ever that young, that she'd spent nine years in a school very much like the one her sister now attended.
The blond woman waited as patiently as she could, though her mind was busy, considering all the possibilities that could have led to Dalia's call last night. Had there been a fight? God. Had Dad left again? Had Dalia seen him hit their mom? Duela didn't doubt that hadn't stopped, but she hoped Dalia had never seen it.