Cecily was driving home when her phone rang, and she pulled over to take it.
A screened number. She srugged; her number was listed in the yellow pages, and at her office door. That was the point, for people to be able to get in touch with her.
"Hello? Cecily Stephenson here, and season's greetings!" Oh yes, she used answer the phone with "Merry Christmas" at this time of year for a long time, then swithced to the more neutral, well, politically correct 'season's greetings' - bland and boring as it was...
The smile didn't have to be seen - Damian had a way of smiling that could easily be heard in his tone of voice. "Cecily, darling... It's Damian, how are you?"
She frowned for the briefest of instants, then a smile crept into her voice too. Damian... now THAT had been a while.
"Damian, you rascal! That's what I call a surprise. Very good to hear you... I'm fine, just fine, thank you. And you? Still making people clear your path or you step on their toes?"
... it was also a very good thing she HAD pulled over. Now she killed the engine too.
Without missing a beat, Damian smirked. "Of course. Can you imagine a world with me not doing any of those things? The universe would implode, I'm afraid."
He leaned against the wall, giving a wink at a nurse that passed by and gave him an odd look for talking on the phone even if it was in the hallway. "A little bird told me that you're working as a recovery councelor now, is that true? How's that going?"
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A screened number. She srugged; her number was listed in the yellow pages, and at her office door. That was the point, for people to be able to get in touch with her.
"Hello? Cecily Stephenson here, and season's greetings!" Oh yes, she used answer the phone with "Merry Christmas" at this time of year for a long time, then swithced to the more neutral, well, politically correct 'season's greetings' - bland and boring as it was...
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"Damian, you rascal! That's what I call a surprise. Very good to hear you... I'm fine, just fine, thank you. And you? Still making people clear your path or you step on their toes?"
... it was also a very good thing she HAD pulled over. Now she killed the engine too.
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He leaned against the wall, giving a wink at a nurse that passed by and gave him an odd look for talking on the phone even if it was in the hallway. "A little bird told me that you're working as a recovery councelor now, is that true? How's that going?"
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