“I thought I’d see better,” she frowned.
“Your thoughts were wrong.”
The matter of fact tone caused her frown to deepen. It really was no way to speak to her, especially given the circumstances.
“Is there nothing you can do?” she rubbed her eyes, squinted, tried to adjust the angle of her head.
“Nothing needs doing,” came the response.
She wondered how it was possible for her to feel anger. Wouldn’t she be beyond all that by now? And yet … there it was. She wanted to strangle something, but there was no way she could manage it. Not that she really would, anyhow … Or, well, maybe …
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