Grace waits. She isn't a big fan of doing so, but for Jerry, she waits, because Lord knows he spent enough time waiting for her. He'll show up soon enough, she figures, and she'll forget he was late at all.
But as the minutes go on and drag out, there's no sign of him. She thinks of ringing him up, but he's not so good with these new phones (neither is she yet, but that's a different story). Instead, she leafs through a magazines, sighing to herself, until she looks up and finds she's lost forty minutes waiting.
That's about when she starts to worry.
It doesn't take her long to dress in something warmer, bundling up in a coat and hurrying the four blocks to his apartment. She's always thankful he's nearby, but now in particular, it's a relief to know she hasn't got far to go to see him, even if that's all the more reason to worry about his being late. Knocking at the door, she taps her foot, impatient and fretful. "Jerry?"
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But as the minutes go on and drag out, there's no sign of him. She thinks of ringing him up, but he's not so good with these new phones (neither is she yet, but that's a different story). Instead, she leafs through a magazines, sighing to herself, until she looks up and finds she's lost forty minutes waiting.
That's about when she starts to worry.
It doesn't take her long to dress in something warmer, bundling up in a coat and hurrying the four blocks to his apartment. She's always thankful he's nearby, but now in particular, it's a relief to know she hasn't got far to go to see him, even if that's all the more reason to worry about his being late. Knocking at the door, she taps her foot, impatient and fretful. "Jerry?"