“Sounds like you needed a distraction,” Clara said when the laughter died down.
“You have no fucking idea,” Julia said. “I’m going to stick around the hunting grounds. It’s peaceful and I want to find the old me.”
“Do you need me to—(help)?”
“You’ve done plenty,” Julia began. “When I feel ready, we’ll meet up again.”
“Feel free to embrace your inner dingle dangler.”
Clara was about to explain that a ‘dingle dangler’ was someone addicted to using the phone, but she never got the chance.
“I will—bye!”
And with that the line went dead. It was hard to imagine, but Clara simultaneously felt better and worse.
“Purgatory must be on Earth…”
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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