VII
Life Continues
¡§Death changes everything.¡¨[vii]
The house was quiet.
Which was both expected and unexpected at the same time.
Will found other things to do; he had sent off his final draft to be critiqued and prodded, poked and cried over, and then they would spit it back at him with all the red, and then he would get back to writing again.
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¡§William T. Riker?¡¨ Beverly and Deanna sat in the middle of the Enterprise¡¦ Ten Forward, where both women were enjoying their drinks and each other¡¦s missed company.
¡§The author?¡¨
¡§Yes, Beverly. The author.¡¨
Before she could dive into it all, the sudden chirp of both badges interrupted. =/\= All senior officers, please report to the observation lounge. =/\=
What Deanna had to tell Beverly about the month that had gone by, about Andy, Kyle, her patients, and all that had involved the infamous author that still held a place in her heart, would have to wait, as work had inevitably interrupted.
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Both of them had moved on.
And neither one realized how much it would affect them. Only from time to time, when the clouds departed, letting the sun take its journey to the other side of the world, when the night sky had spit the stars out, did they let their thoughts drift to one another.
Her patients came and went, Beverly and an increasing interest in theatre took up most of her leisure time, the new first officer of the Enterprise was slated to arrive in a week, and the rest of the inhabitants of the Galaxy-class ship went about their lives as if Deanna had never left.
In a way, she hadn¡¦t; her duties were put on hold, and almost as if nature had willed it, most of her other patients had found solutions to their own problems, allowing Deanna to clear most of her schedule. Some days were even completely empty, which was both good and bad.
With more time on her hands, the Betazoid was given time to read.