Georgia strode from the living room down the hallway to the kitchen and back. Amy and Violet sat on the couch wringing their hands. Katie’s absence and lack of communication was unlike her. She would have called one of them by now. Ten o’clock at night. She was scheduled to work the next day.
“Will you please sit down?” said Violet who had the evening off.
“I’m worried,” said Georgia, pointing a finger at Violet for emphasis. “This is how I handle stress when upset.”
The tone of voice and demonstrative behavior caused Violet to clamp her jaw shut. Georgia was a big-boned woman. When riled, it was like confronting a gorilla. She refused to irritate her roommate further. What were they to do?
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