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04 August 2014 @ 12:05 pm
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  • Mon, 00:09: Emily's godmother couldn't get her on the list again until the following week, penciled into the last slot of a full day's #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:10: program. When Anthony saw her, at the end of a long, miserable Monday afternoon, he almost wept with pleasure. "I thought #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:11: you weren't coming." "It's not easy to get on that list," Emily said. "You have to know somebody." "I'll fix it," Anthony #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:12: said. "I know somebody." They both laughed. Anthony had never felt so comfortable with a girl. Being with her was better #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:12: than one of those salon ladies, more like an old friend. Almost like being with Rupert. He could seriously think about #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:13: doing it with this one, whatever her name was. "What's your-" "Do you have any more of that wine?" Emily said. "And I meant #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:14: to ask--that time when the Rat Army invaded didn't seem very well managed. Or don't you want to talk about it?" "I was #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:15: never so scared in my life," Anthony said. "It was my first command. I was only eighteen and …" He had never told anyone #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:16: about that failed campaign, not even Rupert, as the King was the Commander in Chief and criticism was treason. But with this #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:17: anonymous girl he felt safe. Emily leaned back against the pillows on the bed, listening and watching. When Anthony spoke he #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:17: became animated and excited. His languid, weary air evaporated as he talked openly and honestly about battle fatigue, the #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:18: responsibilities of command and the cruelties inflicted on the countryside by the brutal warlord, Puss in Boots. The knock #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:19: on the door came in the nick of time. Emily could feel her dress wilting like stale cabbage, floating away like dried #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:20: cobwebs, the pearls losing their luster. Anthony tried to grab her hand but she was too quick. "Damn it," Anthony said as #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:21: she fled down the hall. "There's less than a week to go. Please reschedule her ASAP." The Queen's lady squinted at the #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:22: illegible scrawl. "Aschenputtel? That can't be right. Sounds German." Someone was being bribed to put false names #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 00:23: on the list, and she didn't intend to let any more of that money escape. #AtSecondGlance