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Angela
“Well, how did you think they were going to respond?” Connor asked, his tone all reasonableness. He probably knew he needed to stay calm, because right then I felt like punching a wall.
“I don’t know!” I flared, twitching the living room draperies shut so I wouldn’t have to see the retreating forms of the McAllister clan’s three elders disappearing down the sidewalk. “I guess I thought they’d see reason.”
After stepping over to a light switch and flicking it so the fixture overhead came to life, he said, “I’m pretty sure they think they are being reasonable.”
“No, they’re being hidebound and over-cautious.”
He reached out a hand. For a second I hesitated, since I knew that he probably planned to sit me on the couch and get me calmed down. Right then, I didn’t feel much like
