A Morning Stroll
Nate Cassielle left Nate sitting there as the dust danced in the morning sun. He sipped his tea again and pondered his next choice. He could go and see his father, explain to him that he had been aware of the cancer, or he could not. “Mind if I join you?” a voice said. Nate looked up to see a very ragged looking Celia approaching. She wore lounging clothes similar to what Rose wore the day before. A black tailored top with black slacks. Instead of flats, Celia wore boots, tucked under the pants. Her hair had been brushed, but she left it unbraided. Heavy bags betrayed how sleep deprived she seemed to be. “You look like hell,” he said. “What happened?” “Xander had nightmares all night,” she said as she sat in the chair Cassielle vacated. Celia lowered her head into
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