cyclone "cy" kapur. (synergies) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-10-28 23:19:00 |
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The synergist had settled back in her worn chair in the clinic, her boots up on the table, shuffling through the mail with quick, experienced motions. A single flick of the wrist would send each envelope sailing into a pile as needed: for Hier; for Hier ℅ Kapur; for Kapur; junk mail/wrong address. But then she noticed one addressed to her in a delicate, looping hand. It was an off-white cream stationery, thick paper branded with the ornate emblem of the University of St. Iocus. Feet hitting the floor, Cy leaned over and fished around in the oversized beaker that served as a pencil jar. She slit the envelope open with a silver letter-opener (Cormac had started using scalpels to open the mail and so she’d bought this for them), unfolded the paper, and quickly skimmed the letter. Her eyes widened. Dear Miss Kapur, “Oh,” she said. |