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Angela has been sitting and waiting and staring at that damn door for three days. Just hoping. Just in case.
But she has to know, now, what happened. It’s too much, this waiting. She goes over to Bar and asks for a book in a soft voice. "I need the real story. No bias." She swallows hard. "Please?"
When the book appears, she goes over to face the Observation Window and opens the book flipping pages till names look familiar. And then she's reading.
After a few moments, the book closes and she pushes it away, leaning her head on her hand. Tears drip off of her chin and fall on the table and she tries to stop, but...she really can't.
Though she's trying to make it look like nothing is wrong, she's failing miserably.
But she has to know, now, what happened. It’s too much, this waiting. She goes over to Bar and asks for a book in a soft voice. "I need the real story. No bias." She swallows hard. "Please?"
When the book appears, she goes over to face the Observation Window and opens the book flipping pages till names look familiar. And then she's reading.
After a few moments, the book closes and she pushes it away, leaning her head on her hand. Tears drip off of her chin and fall on the table and she tries to stop, but...she really can't.
Though she's trying to make it look like nothing is wrong, she's failing miserably.