The doctor. Not the Organic Mechanic, not the medicine man of her girlhood, but the doctor here. Kind hands instead of not uncaring. Kind eyes. Anger bubbling somewhere righteous and deep.
"Hello," she says, and pours him a glass of precious, precious water like the rules of hospitality still exist.
That's all she says, though. The next move is his.
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"Hello," she says, and pours him a glass of precious, precious water like the rules of hospitality still exist.
That's all she says, though. The next move is his.