“And?” Murray asked. “That doesn’t have anything to do with you.” There was an edge to his voice; a tone one used when they were used to and familiar with someone.
Susanne rolled her eyes. “And pray tell,” she retorted, “why can’t you escort her there? You’re just going to let her waltz in there, alone?”
“Cybele’s not a child, for God’s sake,” Murray argued on the other end. “She can get there on her own.” She would be lying if she said she didn’t appreciate Murray’s compliment.
Susanne didn’t say anything else after that. She gave it some thought, and the phone just echoed some soft background noises for a few seconds before the nurse just tapped on the hang up button. “Well, he was useless,” she mumbled, and then she got up from her seat.
“Cybele,” she said, “let me escort you to the psychiatric ward.”
Susanne rolled her eyes. “And pray tell,” she retorted, “why can’t you escort her there? You’re just going to let her waltz in there, alone?”
“Cybele’s not a child, for God’s sake,” Murray argued on the other end. “She can get there on her own.” She would be lying if she said she didn’t appreciate Murray’s compliment.
Susanne didn’t say anything else after that. She gave it some thought, and the phone just echoed some soft background noises for a few seconds before the nurse just tapped on the hang up button. “Well, he was useless,” she mumbled, and then she got up from her seat.
“Cybele,” she said, “let me escort you to the psychiatric ward.”