[ The worst part? Really? Is that she's still in the outfit she wore to her dad's funeral. And she's keenly aware of it.
Looking at him -- hurts, he's not alone in that, it's keen and terrible because he-- ]
You--
[ Her voice chokes, and she throws both hands in the air in a controlled yet supremely frustrated gesture, standing abruptly. ]
No. I'm not doing this here. [ She marches over to him and wheels him out the door, calling a "Sorry, Tim!" over her shoulder as she goes. She drags him outside, just far enough to be out of earshot of the door, before she, you know -- lets go and turns to face him. ]
You weren't there. [ Tears, no, tears, don't cry-- she's not crying but her eyes are wet ] You weren't at the funeral. I was looking for you and you weren't-- the entire department came, everyone came but you, Peter. Why?
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Looking at him -- hurts, he's not alone in that, it's keen and terrible because he-- ]
You--
[ Her voice chokes, and she throws both hands in the air in a controlled yet supremely frustrated gesture, standing abruptly. ]
No. I'm not doing this here. [ She marches over to him and wheels him out the door, calling a "Sorry, Tim!" over her shoulder as she goes. She drags him outside, just far enough to be out of earshot of the door, before she, you know -- lets go and turns to face him. ]
You weren't there. [ Tears, no, tears, don't cry-- she's not crying but her eyes are wet ] You weren't at the funeral. I was looking for you and you weren't-- the entire department came, everyone came but you, Peter. Why?