Jen, unlike Bridge, was pacing. Hands tucked carefully behind her back, precise and measured strides, exactly ten strides one way, a sharp turn, ten strides the other way.
It was her way of dealing with A) the nerves and B) how perturbed she was at herself for being so twitchy about this.
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Re: The Waiting Room
Date: 2013-08-28 12:56 am (UTC)It was her way of dealing with A) the nerves and B) how perturbed she was at herself for being so twitchy about this.
She'd mostly learned to relax, but, well . . .