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[angela_edmunds]

[after this...]

Angela doesn't quite know what to do. She just feels...sad and sort of confused and upset.

She wanders around the bar for a while before going to a booth and sitting there with her head leaning against her hand, looking very depressed and like she's trying not to cry.

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[_righthandman_]

Chase and Kim are in the booth right behind her, talking quietly and intently, though loud enough for their voices to be recognizable.

[angela_edmunds]

Angela can hear them and there's a few moments of awful self-doubt and fear before she makes herself get up and head over.

She stands beside their booth, fingers rubbing at the table, looking down at her feet.

"I need to talk to you guys?"

[_righthandman_]

Chase looks up, startled--he hadn't noticed her there.

"Sure, Angie, what's wrong?"

He could use a moment's break from thinking about Curtis' death.

[angela_edmunds]

Angela is actually pretty freaked out, and, still not looking at him or anything else but her hands, she tries to ask what she wants to ask.

She's just not sure how.

"I heard. Something, and I need to know. If you and Mom..."

Angela's eyes begin to burn.

"...think I'm a mistake?"