Though a Mirror Darkly
So he swallowed (tasting something acidic in the back of his throat), inched a step closer and whispered, “S-sandy?”
Nothing.
She only continued crying. Face in her arms, shoulders quaking. Bobby mustered something vaguely resembling courage, cleared his throat and said in a slightly louder voice, “Sandy? You okay?”
Sandy stiffened. Her snobs and sniffles instantly ceased. She raised her head slowly, cheeks and forehead flushed, nose red, eyes watering. She sneered, her sharp tone cutting to the bone, “WhattheHEllyouwant?”
Caught flat-footed, mouth hanging open, Bobby’s mind scrambled, because shit. He was doing exactly what he’d been afraid of doing. Pissing her off. She was going to run aw
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