Clint for her first call. Probably not. She considered briefly who would be, but didn't let it bother her for too long because in a moment he was out the door. Immediately, she slumped against the wall and put her hands over her mouth, trying to stem any possible sobbing. Slowly sliding to the floor, she shut her eyes and tried to keep herself from crying.
"Come on, Lis', get up," she coached herself. "He didn't even do anything, he just... get. up." Slowly, clumsily, she got back to her feet and moved to her bedroom to get her cell phone and dial up her therapist. Something had to be done about this twitchy, emotional nature of hers.
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Date: 2009-05-06 04:03 am (UTC)"Come on, Lis', get up," she coached herself. "He didn't even do anything, he just... get. up." Slowly, clumsily, she got back to her feet and moved to her bedroom to get her cell phone and dial up her therapist. Something had to be done about this twitchy, emotional nature of hers.