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ladyfirestarter) wrote2009-06-02 10:11 pm
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Monday
The phone rings three times before Charlie manages to lift her hand to the receiver and fumble it towards her, tilting her head sideways so she can rest the receiver on the pillow instead of holding it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
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(I cry your)
She starts to sit up, regrets it when another sluggish wave of exhaustion goes through her.
"I'm awake," she manages. "Sorry. Still a little ... you?"
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"Charles said he called ...?"
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"That took a lot of courage."
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She closes her eyes.
"You're all right?"
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A pause.
"Very," she adds, "very tired."
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"I had a long talk with Armin yesterday," she says. "The board isn't very pleased. I don't really blame them."
Weary: "I'm sorry, Charlie."
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"It's all right," she says, and the effort to keep her voice clear is so much more than it should be. "You weren't --"
She can't catch the crooked half-laugh half-sob before it comes out.
"You weren't yourself."
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"I was, though," she says. "That's the trouble."
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Because Susannah was entirely herself that night, and that is the truth.
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"I'm stepping down," she says. "I'm signing my shares of Tet over to Rose."
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"...What?"
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"This... it's time."
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Oh, Rose, mourns a quiet internal voice. Oh, honey.
Charlie shifts, rolling onto her side. "What's that going to mean for Tet? And for us?" Taos, she means, and the Irina Foundation.
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"I think it would be better if you were a little more independent. I hope you can work well together, of course, but I'm going to transfer the endowment for the Foundation to you and Ted and Irene officially and legally."
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She is not going to utter any variation on I'm sorry, for a second there it sounded like you said.
Which means all that comes out is "Oh," weakly.
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For the past day and a half, Charlie's been lying in bed or lying on the couch or (very briefly) sitting up; she hasn't been able to get to her feet, much less cross the room, without help from Charles or Zillah. Even reaching for the telephone felt like lifting weights.
Those words, from this woman, and she's ready to promise to run the marathon. And follow through, or die trying.
"I won't let you down."
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What did I ever do to deserve this kind of loyalty?
"She'll need support getting started, I think. Cochrane isn't going to be very friendly."
Although Rose can handle the likes of him.
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Tired or no, there's the sound of a grim smile in her voice.
"Maybe someone can remind him that he's an observer, not a protagonist."
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"I should let you rest." And she has other calls to make.
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If I have to get someone to carry me.
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"You rest now, sug. Goodbye."
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It takes her a moment (as she laboriously stretches to hang up the phone again) to catch on; she's too used to talking to people who use the third person to refer to themselves.
She will. Not Susannah. Rose.
Another wave of weariness crashes over her, and she closes her eyes and lets it drag her down.