☓☓.▒ r o m a n o v a

           “  well ... it certainly WILL                    NOT hold me. ”

                                 I AM MY O W N WOMAN.

            her dress is too tight. her         moves too slow. “ i said WAIT. ”               & just enjoy the show.

                   & ——-- she disagrees.

                       is that the real reason for her ‘still being’ here. ?                          probably. the silence, the unspoken words - - -                        the understanding. her head rests in the palm of                        her long-fingered hand. 

             she couldn’t help but smile. “ sure. ”

                 a smile. unnoticeable one, of course.                 “ i came for my stuff. i’m not a ‘nancy’                   anymore. ”

         “ well ... um ... yes.                  that went terrible. ”

             “ BARTON ? did i               miss something ? ”