You'd think, in three or four hours, that the panic of a situation would have worn off. But in the hours that Will had been forced to wait it had slowly mounted up until it was bearing down on him, grating on him. Until his stomach felt like so many knots, coiling and twisting.
George was usually a welcome sight through the door but not today. Today Will wanted him to go back to work so that the need to ask the questions, to know the answers, had worn off. He probably did look like hell, sitting there glaring at the wall. He'd focused on an exact spot, a little mark on the wallpaper, and he'd given it his full attention from the second he'd sat down. If looks could kill the wall would be burning down
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George was usually a welcome sight through the door but not today. Today Will wanted him to go back to work so that the need to ask the questions, to know the answers, had worn off. He probably did look like hell, sitting there glaring at the wall. He'd focused on an exact spot, a little mark on the wallpaper, and he'd given it his full attention from the second he'd sat down. If looks could kill the wall would be burning down ( ... )
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