Isabel followed him, picking up her pillow and hugging it to her as she sat on the bed. "I'm not remembering," she said. "For that little bit of time, I was her. I could feel the stone wall she was leaning against, I could feel how angry she was. The next time she was so smug. She'd, I'd, done something, something that was going to cause trouble." Looking at the calendar posted on the wall she shook her head. "Since the weekend. I had a fight with Max on Friday. These started Saturday night."
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Date: 2006-11-08 12:40 pm (UTC)