she had sent richard two text messages before she had gotten her shoes and slipped into the darkness that had fallen over the opal quarter. the first message had been i somehow don't think it's to confess your undying love for me because sometimes, this was what she did: try to make light of things that were unsettling her. the second message had been a location, the --- by now --- vacated playground that was not far from her house.
sitting on the swings as she waited, fay almost mourned that she had kicked most nervous habit which left her with the sole option of tapping her foot because her braid was still perfect and that did not allow for any hair twirling.
‘‘ there you are, ’’ she sighed as richard finally came into view. ‘‘ what is this about? ’’
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