Just because I got one death out of the way doesn’t mean I don’t have another one waiting–
Finally getting going after all this time; it’s been a slow morning of getting up, eating, writing, napping, doing something else, napping, and so on. This Christmas Day has been a dragging day, and I feel I was lucky to get written what was written. But I did write, even though I was told I should take a break. But five hundred and thirty-nine words when I’m half-asleep and I’ve no coffee–that’s a pretty good deal as far as I’m concerned.
What do we have here today? Well, Helena starts getting into her Worst Day Ever, which is the day she happened to be in the north tower of the World Trade Center when it was attacked. Some of this we already know, and what she mentions…
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