| a little goodbye |
[03 Oct 2005|08:56pm] |
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It was fairly obvious that there would be little need for conversation. A few cardboard boxes, a few duffel bags, some plastic storage tubs and one ratty old suitcase sat on the polished hardwood floor of the front hall, just waiting to be shuffled into the trunk of the car in the driveway. Atop it all was a battered pet carrier that, to at least one member of the household, greatly resembled a prison cell.
Sam sat on the arm of the couch, his shimmering green eyes glaring at it with distaste. His charge was in the kitchen, rattling through drawers in search of a very particular tape measure.
"Have you seen it, Em?" Aidan said. "The silver one with the yellow label. I'll leave you the red for if you need it but I need to take that one."
Emmy stood against the back door, glaring at him with an alarmed tone to her voice. "Do you really have to go?" she asked, the same question she had been repeating for better than an hour, with no change in his reply. "You're just going to leave me? Just like that? Just drop it on me and leave the same day? That's not fair at all, Aidan, not fair at all. I need you here!"
( ...you'll HAVE to stay! )
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