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If there were ever one thing Vanessa couldn't do, it was let things go. She couldn't stand having things unresolved or untalked about. Normally she could always focus her need to understand or capture the world through a video lens, but that wasn't going to work in this situation. Nate and Kate were not characters in a film. Also, she didn't have a camcorder. Or a script.
She really wishes she had a script.
Some time had gone by after her . . encounter . . with Kate and she had calmed down enough to have a civil conversation. She hoped. Several friendly people at the Compound had directed her to Nate's hut on the beach. Most of them had told her to look for the one that looked on the verge of collapse.
As soon as she'd stepped into the sand, she was able to identify exactly which one they'd been talking about. It was fairly upright, but one wall was leaning over at an alarming angle. She ventured closer to the dwelling. "Anyone home? Nate? Or did this hut get condemned and you had to move out?"
She really wishes she had a script.
Some time had gone by after her . . encounter . . with Kate and she had calmed down enough to have a civil conversation. She hoped. Several friendly people at the Compound had directed her to Nate's hut on the beach. Most of them had told her to look for the one that looked on the verge of collapse.
As soon as she'd stepped into the sand, she was able to identify exactly which one they'd been talking about. It was fairly upright, but one wall was leaning over at an alarming angle. She ventured closer to the dwelling. "Anyone home? Nate? Or did this hut get condemned and you had to move out?"