In the middle of the meeting she suddenly clenched her fist, bit her tongue
to keep from snapping at them. It's not FAIR. As far as they're
concerned, he might've never existed. Will just stepped in, took his
place, and everybody else just walks around like blank slates, wiped clean,
no memory of him at all. She wants to snarl at them, "What the hell's WRONG
with you?" Have they really forgotten him already?
What's worse..has HE forgotten HER?
She could stand it, she thinks, if she knew that sometimes, out there where it's warm, out where he feels like he makes a difference, if just sometimes..
..he missed her.
She looks up to see the President peering at her over his glasses.
"Claudia," he says slowly. "You look about a million miles away."
"Only a few thousand," she whispers.
And tries to think of something else.
What's worse..has HE forgotten HER?
She could stand it, she thinks, if she knew that sometimes, out there where it's warm, out where he feels like he makes a difference, if just sometimes..
..he missed her.
She looks up to see the President peering at her over his glasses.
"Claudia," he says slowly. "You look about a million miles away."
"Only a few thousand," she whispers.
And tries to think of something else.
