Oh, my gosh! How does she do that? I mean, every time there's an issue, she finds a way out. Must say, my bestie is a powerhouse of ideas. I'm learning so much from her, it's time to do something, in return.
Ah, yes. This new plan of hers. I can put things into motion before she tells me. Won't that be great! She'll be impressed that I'm learning fast.
That's it. All I need to do is make a few calls. Now, where's that stupid number?
Damn! Why can't I find it?
Where. Is. It?
He wishes he could tell his dad how he feels. That he doesn't want to be part of the family business. That he wants to deal with dead bodies in a different way. In a way that makes a difference. He wishes he was brave like Sophie. He wonders if he could ever have the burning in his eyes that she has. Could he ever throw caution to the wind and take the jump without worrying about how it will make his father look at him.
You know that feeling people have when they're awake on the operating table, unable to speak or even blink? Add to that a dash of "Groundhog Day" and you'll be close to understanding my frustration.
Words have no effect on her lately. Talk about being obsessed! She's not listening to a word I say. It'll end in tears. It always does. I know it's best to stay quiet, but it's so damn hard.
I'm going to die. I'm going to DIE! Where did Arson find those? Seriously, who creates incendiary bugs to go boom all over the place. Where the frack is Lib! I am not a hero. I am the tech girl. I sit behind my very safe computer and give information. This is the opposite of normal. This is chaos and...there she is! Here she comes to save the day. Wow, did she change her hair again. Okay now to catch my breath while she does the thing. Maybe I need to start going to the gym more.
Oh, my gosh! How does she do that? I mean, every time there's an issue, she finds a way out. Must say, my bestie is a powerhouse of ideas. I'm learning so much from her, it's time to do something, in return. Ah, yes. This new plan of hers. I can put things into motion before she tells me. Won't that be great! She'll be impressed that I'm learning fast.
That's it. All I need to do is make a few calls. Now, where's that stupid number? Damn! Why can't I find it? Where. Is. It?
He wishes he could tell his dad how he feels. That he doesn't want to be part of the family business. That he wants to deal with dead bodies in a different way. In a way that makes a difference. He wishes he was brave like Sophie. He wonders if he could ever have the burning in his eyes that she has. Could he ever throw caution to the wind and take the jump without worrying about how it will make his father look at him.
You know that feeling people have when they're awake on the operating table, unable to speak or even blink? Add to that a dash of "Groundhog Day" and you'll be close to understanding my frustration.
Words have no effect on her lately. Talk about being obsessed! She's not listening to a word I say. It'll end in tears. It always does. I know it's best to stay quiet, but it's so damn hard.
I'm going to die. I'm going to DIE! Where did Arson find those? Seriously, who creates incendiary bugs to go boom all over the place. Where the frack is Lib! I am not a hero. I am the tech girl. I sit behind my very safe computer and give information. This is the opposite of normal. This is chaos and...there she is! Here she comes to save the day. Wow, did she change her hair again. Okay now to catch my breath while she does the thing. Maybe I need to start going to the gym more.