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Sep. 13th, 2013 07:33 pmElizabeth knew she could not put it off forever.
She wanted to, of course. Wanted to try to just return to normal. But now at least two people knew there was something different about them, something no one knew of before, and she was almost as much on edge right then as she'd been on that ship. Sybil had always been kind to her, but that was before she found out she'd basically lied about so many things.
The longer she waited, the worst it would get. She was sure of that. The longer she waited, the more likely things might come out, too, if she didn't explain things. So on a day she knew Booker would be out most of the day, she finally used the contraption - a cell phone, she thought it was called - to send her a text asking her to come over at a time convenient to her. She had no idea if she would take the invitation, but it was the most she could do beyond showing up at her apartment herself. This, at least, gave her a choice to come or not.
The last thing she wanted to do, after all, was make her feel like she had no choice but to speak to her. So she would remain in the apartment, idly playing with Oliver, the pitbull puppy completely oblivious to anything but the chew toy he so enjoyed ripping apart.
If only she had so little worries herself.
She wanted to, of course. Wanted to try to just return to normal. But now at least two people knew there was something different about them, something no one knew of before, and she was almost as much on edge right then as she'd been on that ship. Sybil had always been kind to her, but that was before she found out she'd basically lied about so many things.
The longer she waited, the worst it would get. She was sure of that. The longer she waited, the more likely things might come out, too, if she didn't explain things. So on a day she knew Booker would be out most of the day, she finally used the contraption - a cell phone, she thought it was called - to send her a text asking her to come over at a time convenient to her. She had no idea if she would take the invitation, but it was the most she could do beyond showing up at her apartment herself. This, at least, gave her a choice to come or not.
The last thing she wanted to do, after all, was make her feel like she had no choice but to speak to her. So she would remain in the apartment, idly playing with Oliver, the pitbull puppy completely oblivious to anything but the chew toy he so enjoyed ripping apart.
If only she had so little worries herself.
