can we take a second and talk?
jane glances up with a coldness in her eyes that takes all of the shine out of them. she knows that she’s probably overreacting -- usually is -- but she’s managed to rile herself up so much that if they were to talk right now, she’d either yell or cry.
“i can’t stop. i’ve gotta... i’ve gotta get to work,” she says, swinging her purse up onto her shoulder. “i don’t know when i’ll be home.”








