"How dumb are you, Mother? We are not having the Christmas we wanted!" snapped the Uchitel. She shut the door behind her, closing her eyes and counting to three. Afterwards, she felt her shoulders breathe themselves back down, her head clearer and less chaotic. It was amazing, how she developed such a simple relaxation mechanism to cope with all of the Christmas stress she had been getting.
It fucking sucked, not having Father home for Christmas. After all, he was just lying in a morgue somewhere. Dead.
"Charles Prentiss!" she cried, "where the fuck are you?"
It fucking sucked, not having Father home for Christmas. After all, he was just lying in a morgue somewhere. Dead.
"Charles Prentiss!" she cried, "where the fuck are you?"
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