[Vanessa has not moved from her spot on the couch since he left. There has been shifting of course, she is not made of stone, but to lift ones self up and move about seems like such a Herculean task that she has not attempted it.
After her breathing eased her mind went blessedly blank, lured perhaps by the simple crackle pop of the slowly dying fire and the common noises of the London street. Soothing in the way only human noises can be, a loose tether to reality.
By the time he returns she has the forethought and energy for a brief smile and the familiar task of preparing tea.]
One of the first things I managed to accomplish on my own when I was released from the asylum was to prepare a cup of tea. I couldn't recall how I took it at first, that came later. How do you take yours, Mr. Tepes?
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After her breathing eased her mind went blessedly blank, lured perhaps by the simple crackle pop of the slowly dying fire and the common noises of the London street. Soothing in the way only human noises can be, a loose tether to reality.
By the time he returns she has the forethought and energy for a brief smile and the familiar task of preparing tea.]
One of the first things I managed to accomplish on my own when I was released from the asylum was to prepare a cup of tea. I couldn't recall how I took it at first, that came later. How do you take yours, Mr. Tepes?