Margaret Shield (sophist) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-01-31 22:00:00 |
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The universe seemed to understand that sometimes, in the end of January, people needed a break from the monotony of their responsibility and the grey inanity of their lives. To someone working in a high school, this could sometimes be called a Snow Day. But for Margaret, she was thankful that the computers were being upgraded in the library and she had a day off. No catastrophes necessary. After cleaning the kitchen, she rewarded herself with a small sit down and soon found herself dozing. While not in the grips of a dream, she found herself still experiencing that familiar pull from Peggy's very particular world. Instead of rest, she found herself hip deep in a mystery involving a substance called zero matter ... and rebar. A woman's face floated in the back of her mind; it wasn't her old friend, but a well-known woman with curling blonde hair and a shock of black at her temple. She shuddered. The vision leapt to an office. Back in the environs of the SSR, Peggy had walked into Daniel Sousa's office. They'd worked together closely in California ... he'd had a fiancee. She had thought of him as a good man, a solid ally, if fairly blockheaded about women. To her horror (and here, she found herself splitting from what she knew of Peggy and what she knew of herself) Peggy dove toward Daniel, pressing a kiss to his lips. She awoke with a choke and leaned forward. Zero Matter, Whitney Frost, being impaled ... all these things notwithstanding, Margaret found herself full of anger at Peggy for one specific thing: Daniel bloody Sousa. "Absolutely not!" she gritted out to the empty house. "You have got to be kidding me!" Peggy's euphoria still rang in the back of her head, still warmed her throat and jumped in her stomach. Margaret, on the other hand, was offended. She stood from the sofa and gave her own hair a sharp tug to try and bring herself back to Dunhaven. This was the first poor choice - in her opinion - Peggy had ever made. |