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The damn cat had been gone for two weeks. Prior hadn't seen her since she'd taken off like a flash toward Jack that day after the day after Valentine's Day, right before Prior had broken down on him and ended up crying like a little girl. No, he hadn't seen Little Sheba since then. And he hadn't seen Scotty either. Not really. In passing, maybe even a polite smile, but mostly avoiding each other like... yeah, "the plague" was probably the absolute worst choice of words in this situation.
Today he was trying hard not to think about either one of them, and doing a lousy job of it. He was in the rec room in the Compound with his sketch book, and despite the fact that he was trying to work on a dress design, he kept going back to the design for a three-piece suit he'd started on probably a month before. He'd intended it for Scotty, though he had mostly been intimidated at the idea of trying to sew it. So he'd been stuck on the design.
Now he was stuck for another reason, though. He didn't notice the pencil was shaking in his hand until it skidded off the page, turning the bottom hem of the pants into a jagged mess. And just as he turned the pencil over to the eraser end, a coughing fit overtook him. Hacking uncontrollably, he reached for the handkerchief he always kept in his pocket and held it over his mouth.
Today he was trying hard not to think about either one of them, and doing a lousy job of it. He was in the rec room in the Compound with his sketch book, and despite the fact that he was trying to work on a dress design, he kept going back to the design for a three-piece suit he'd started on probably a month before. He'd intended it for Scotty, though he had mostly been intimidated at the idea of trying to sew it. So he'd been stuck on the design.
Now he was stuck for another reason, though. He didn't notice the pencil was shaking in his hand until it skidded off the page, turning the bottom hem of the pants into a jagged mess. And just as he turned the pencil over to the eraser end, a coughing fit overtook him. Hacking uncontrollably, he reached for the handkerchief he always kept in his pocket and held it over his mouth.