Chaingun
Who do ya love?
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I am sitting in the common room eating cereal when Whip walks in, looking like her old self. It's not just that she seems completely healed. It's the eyes.
For those that can't read them, I feel terribly sorry, but...hey, their loss. The eyes really are the window to her soul. And Whip's eyes reveal a new attitude, an attitude of acceptance, or optimism, and of hope. The world may have gone to hell, but we'll hold on to our little piece of ground and make it heaven. She's barely wearing anything, a t-shirt probably to keep her warm against the very efficient air conditioning, and I don't say a word about it. I'll vouch for her that there are no bites on her after so recently "examining" every inch of her body.
I notice that there are fresh bandages on her leg; Ella must have done that.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, despite knowing the answer.
"Would you care for some Cheerios? There's fresh milk since the dairy cows are producing nicely."
Still, she says nothing and continues to move about the room, clearly uncertain about what to have for breakfast.
"So, even though I would rather you rested for a little longer, I can see that you're not one to be kept confined to a bed. Perhaps we should do more fun stuff today. Darts? Checkers? Movies? What would you like to do?"
For those that can't read them, I feel terribly sorry, but...hey, their loss. The eyes really are the window to her soul. And Whip's eyes reveal a new attitude, an attitude of acceptance, or optimism, and of hope. The world may have gone to hell, but we'll hold on to our little piece of ground and make it heaven. She's barely wearing anything, a t-shirt probably to keep her warm against the very efficient air conditioning, and I don't say a word about it. I'll vouch for her that there are no bites on her after so recently "examining" every inch of her body.
I notice that there are fresh bandages on her leg; Ella must have done that.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, despite knowing the answer.
"Would you care for some Cheerios? There's fresh milk since the dairy cows are producing nicely."
Still, she says nothing and continues to move about the room, clearly uncertain about what to have for breakfast.
"So, even though I would rather you rested for a little longer, I can see that you're not one to be kept confined to a bed. Perhaps we should do more fun stuff today. Darts? Checkers? Movies? What would you like to do?"