Tom and Alona did not hear. Their eyes and hands had
found each other's once again. Tom attempted to say something
meaningful and clever but only managed a half-swallowed: "I love you."
"I love you," replied Alona, and the room seemed to begin to slowly
revolve around a newly formed sun. Betty peeked at them over the
clipboard, but Richie raised it again.
"Aww..." she cooed.
"Now, hon'," he admonished gently.
21. How the World Works
"Courage is the capacity to confront what can be imagined."
-- Leo Rosten
Julia felt a scream building. Cecil wouldn't stop rubbing her legs,
Uncle Justin wasn't answering the phone. He shot somebody, but there
was no one there to have been shot. Rhonda, having flirted with all of
the men in Tranquil, had started flirting with her. Seeing things that
weren't there, or if they were there, things she didn't want to know
anything about. Losing jobs, getting jobs. Being caught up in a world
that she could barely make sense of, running by so quickly by that
there was no chance to catch up. Concerns of that general nature were
making it tempting to rip the phone from the wall and throw it through
the sliding glass door.
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