It was all Hattie could manage before she just knew she was going to cry, so she turned her back on Kitt and moved in a very swift manner back toward their bedroom. Once there, she shut the door (but did not slam it), and grabbed a pillow off the bed on her way to the chair she always sat in.
Too late (as in, as she was burying her face in it to cry) did she realize that the pillow she grabbed was Kitt's.
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Date: 2009-02-21 09:24 pm (UTC)It was all Hattie could manage before she just knew she was going to cry, so she turned her back on Kitt and moved in a very swift manner back toward their bedroom. Once there, she shut the door (but did not slam it), and grabbed a pillow off the bed on her way to the chair she always sat in.
Too late (as in, as she was burying her face in it to cry) did she realize that the pillow she grabbed was Kitt's.