Shirley
I don’t know how long I’ve been standing there - it could be seconds or maybe even hours. Then again, it almost feels like time stops and the world melts away. Once again, I don’t understand.
How can Ralph seem so malicious toward Anya? Toward me? With only half my wits, I try to check in with Cicy, but she’s practically unresponsive as she rests within me. Her recent tired nature only adds to my confusion, causing my eyes to remain fogged as they stay on the door Ralph just slipped through.
Empty threats, I try to tell myself. They’re all just empty threats.
Maybe Ralph thinks that by trying to intimidate me that I’ll fold and start desperately trying to reach Anya, that I can get her to come back. It’s the only thing that seems semi-logical. I can’t see how any other expl
