Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-06-07 01:45:00 |
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Maryanne had been nervous for the past week. Well, nervous was probably the wrong word. She was jittery, like she'd had several coffees mainlined, and no way to expend the access energy. Which wasn't true, she'd had ways, and performed them quite a few times during the week, every chance she got that didn't mean exposing one of the kids. She hoped this wasn't just her body fooling her. She hoped she was right. She hoped she didn't fail Clint. She also hoped that she wasn't heavy with a litter, that his wish had somehow gone awry, and instead of three or less she had thirteen. She was all but bouncing on the balls of her feet as she moved. To keep from wringing her hands she kept them stuffed in the back pockets of her shorts. |