After that last word there came a pause. Evelyn’s mask was once more gone, showcasing her level of fatigue.
“I miss this,” Evelyn whispered before resetting her mask and acting as though nothing happened.
“Yes.”
That single answer led Evelyn to cock her head and press her index against her chin.
“Pardon?”
“Yes.” Clara repeated.
Evelyn’s head moved back about a hand.
“What do you mean?”
“Yes.” Clara pushed.“
Vas donc te faire foutre,” Evelyn yelled. (Go fuck yourself.)
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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