Ah. He could tell she wasn't in a great mood. The fussing was about right - Never stops bitching, Winona had once said, exhausted from days of it, and he still couldn't help but wonder if soemthing was wrong with Willa to make her cry that much. Winona assured him she had it under control, thank you, and to mind his own business about it.
"I got somethin' real weird to ask you."
"Okay?" 'Get on with it then'.
"You've.. Everythin' alright there?"
"Well Willa hasn't slept in what feels like four days, I can't find anyone to watch her during book club for this whole month and we were supposed to be out the door to go to Gayle's a half hour ago, but I can't set her down without hearin' all kinds of hell about it, so if you've got somethin' to ask me, please get on with it."
He took and let a deep breath. "I-I got a girl in the office here, showed up at my apartment this mornin'. Out of my apartment this morning. Say's she's Willa. 15 years old."
Maybe he just needed to hear from someone else that this was crazy. That he was crazy.
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"I got somethin' real weird to ask you."
"Okay?" 'Get on with it then'.
"You've.. Everythin' alright there?"
"Well Willa hasn't slept in what feels like four days, I can't find anyone to watch her during book club for this whole month and we were supposed to be out the door to go to Gayle's a half hour ago, but I can't set her down without hearin' all kinds of hell about it, so if you've got somethin' to ask me, please get on with it."
He took and let a deep breath. "I-I got a girl in the office here, showed up at my apartment this mornin'. Out of my apartment this morning. Say's she's Willa. 15 years old."
Maybe he just needed to hear from someone else that this was crazy. That he was crazy.