Furious II

Ted still said nothing. He needn't say anything. Marilyn would not stretch a conversation this long herself, not with her eyes drooping like they were soon about to touch the floors. She looked exhausted enough. So, he did what was just right for the moment. Reaching back for her, he gave her a warm hug and a light peck on either one of her cheeks as some assurance.

When he started back for the stairs, he had a different destination in mind.

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A rapping sound landed on her bedroom door and she woke up with a start. Who was it? Elma managed to squeeze her eyes using the back of both hands and sat up on her bed. The same noise came again.

"Open up, it's me," The knocker said, almost begging her. Although she didn't know what time it was, she knew from the dew outside her window glass that it was still early in the day. Another day.