Monday

[ladyfirestarter]

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?"

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"She will," Susannah says.

"You rest now, sug. Goodbye."

[ladyfirestarter]

"Bye."

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.