Post by Felicia Hardy on Feb 1, 2005 15:55:53 GMT -5
Felicia Hardy dragged her suitcase into the room she'd call home for the next few days, or few weeks, depending. She set it down and locked the door up tight before flicking on the lights. She set the suitcase on top of the dresser, then walked over to the bed, plopping down unceremoniously.
This time will be right. It has to be right. It has to be.
It had taken her four weeks to pick up any clues to Michael's whereabouts after she'd missed him in London. She was afraid she had missed him here too, or her information and intuition had been wrong altogether. She kept missing him and kept missing him, and it was starting to wear on her.
As soon as I get an hour nap and then a shower, I'll head out, start looking for him.
This time will be right. It has to be right. It has to be.
It had taken her four weeks to pick up any clues to Michael's whereabouts after she'd missed him in London. She was afraid she had missed him here too, or her information and intuition had been wrong altogether. She kept missing him and kept missing him, and it was starting to wear on her.
As soon as I get an hour nap and then a shower, I'll head out, start looking for him.