[Fatima does not want to make this call. She dithers for an hour or two, making up little excuses; cold compresses, rest, maybe a shot or two of rum. But she knows perfectly well that they're excuses. And she knows perfectly well that she made a deal with Sam.
It'll be fun seeing how that blows up in her face.
So she makes the call. It's voice, instead of video. Her bruises are healing up, but they're still visible.
She speaks rapidly, like she wants to get it all out before she changes her mind or chickens out or something. Like a band-aid, right?]
Everyone is fine and alive and kicking and I don't want you to freak out or do that guilt thing you do, because it's really not about you, even if you internalize everything, but I swear to whatever gods are out there, this was a long time coming, "long time" as in "way before you and I were..." I don't know, whatever we are, and I'm only telling you this because I promised that I would try out the whole being-honest thing so please don't flip out, okay?
[VOICE] - Way the frick backdated to last week
It'll be fun seeing how that blows up in her face.
So she makes the call. It's voice, instead of video. Her bruises are healing up, but they're still visible.
She speaks rapidly, like she wants to get it all out before she changes her mind or chickens out or something. Like a band-aid, right?]
Everyone is fine and alive and kicking and I don't want you to freak out or do that guilt thing you do, because it's really not about you, even if you internalize everything, but I swear to whatever gods are out there, this was a long time coming, "long time" as in "way before you and I were..." I don't know, whatever we are, and I'm only telling you this because I promised that I would try out the whole being-honest thing so please don't flip out, okay?
[That was kind of a sentence, right?]