Nerdanel (nerdanel) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-02-19 21:02:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
*receives a rambling voicemail from her husband's sister-in-law involving the words "hospital" and "sons"*
*orders her cab driver to spontaneously invent the flying automobile, with rather limited success*
*rushes into the hospital at full speed before finding a bit of calm somewhere deep down* *is fairly sure Anairë made no mention of funeral parlors, so how bad can it be?*
*tracks her down soon enough* I think I much prefer meeting while linen-shopping.