[ at first, she doesn't know what to do with the message. peggy had expected him to apologize with about as much as she expected to make her own apology: not bloody likely. and upon reading every word a third, a forth, a fifth time -- she finds herself still swinging, pendulum-like, between anger and concern.
and perhaps it's a virtue, a blessing, that she forces herself to take a good long break before she replies. this 'texting' allows her that space and patience, however poorly she sometimes manages it.
eventually: ]
What do you mean you're not well?
[ sick? hurt? stuck? dying, dead, rend apart? she chews the side of her thumb while she waits, knowing he's well within her right to make her wait just as long for his reply. that he should mean 'unwell' by any other measurement simply doesn't occur to her. ]
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and perhaps it's a virtue, a blessing, that she forces herself to take a good long break before she replies. this 'texting' allows her that space and patience, however poorly she sometimes manages it.
eventually: ]
What do you mean you're not well?
[ sick? hurt? stuck? dying, dead, rend apart? she chews the side of her thumb while she waits, knowing he's well within her right to make her wait just as long for his reply. that he should mean 'unwell' by any other measurement simply doesn't occur to her. ]