Elizabeth DeWitt is on an adventure (oiseau_ou_cage) wrote in valarcomm, @ 2015-11-02 10:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | booker dewitt, elizabeth comstock |
Phone call to Booker DeWitt
Elizabeth sat at her kitchen table (it was hers now, she had to keep reminding herself). She kept looking at the phone number and name on the paper. Booker DeWitt. Her name was Anna when she was born. It was strange to think she'd ever been anything but Elizabeth Comstock.
The phone was on the wall, but she made mo move toward it. How could she explain who she was, what he was to her? Would he even still care about her? Part of her wanted to believe he would simply because he was her father. Her grandparents had always cautioned that she ought to be afraid of and avoid strangers. Who was more a stranger to her than this man she'd never met?
She tapped her fingernails on the tabletop, pressing her lips together tightly. She didn't know how to get food, or the money that she needed to buy it. Her grandparents' saving would run out eventually and then what would she do?
There wasn't, despite her desperate wishes otherwise, any other choice. She snatched the piece of paper up and stood. "I hope this is what I need."