Up since the early morning, when Mary had left for work, and it was his turn to make breakfast--a quiet meal. Will never did say much on this particular day, at least not to her, and so Mary simply sat across from him and pretended to read the morning paper, while absentmindedly stirring her tea.
And then it was to the library, to get work out of the way...no work was allowed on this day. Not today. Books and dust
(not Dust) and Kirjava making him nervous with her own impatience to be there, but Will takes his time. No hurry. No need to be there before noon.
And yet he finds himself walking the familiar paths with a quick sure stride a good quarter hour in advance, his blood singing nervously through his veins.
He pays for his ticket.
And there it is. His bench. He sits, lowers his satchel to the ground, while Kirjava weaves nervously around his ankles.
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Date: 2005-09-20 04:03 am (UTC)Up since the early morning, when Mary had left for work, and it was his turn to make breakfast--a quiet meal. Will never did say much on this particular day, at least not to her, and so Mary simply sat across from him and pretended to read the morning paper, while absentmindedly stirring her tea.
And then it was to the library, to get work out of the way...no work was allowed on this day. Not today. Books and dust
(not Dust) and Kirjava making him nervous with her own impatience to be there, but Will takes his time. No hurry. No need to be there before noon.
And yet he finds himself walking the familiar paths with a quick sure stride a good quarter hour in advance, his blood singing nervously through his veins.
He pays for his ticket.
And there it is. His bench. He sits, lowers his satchel to the ground, while Kirjava weaves nervously around his ankles.
The clock chimes noon.