Kim Ford (
bannion_sight) wrote2008-07-24 07:10 pm
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She's well aware that she's going to have to let a number of people know about her plans, and that fairly soon. Something as large as relocating from Toronto, Canada, to Glastonbury, England, is going to need some explanation. A lot of explanation, more than likely.
Telling people things that they need to know but don't want to hear is never going to get easier, she knows. By now she's even come to accept that.
She's been putting it off anyway.
It's early enough on a Saturday that the coffee shop isn't crowded at all. Kim's sitting at a table near the door, waiting.
Absently, she glances up at the clock. The train should be arriving soon.
Telling people things that they need to know but don't want to hear is never going to get easier, she knows. By now she's even come to accept that.
She's been putting it off anyway.
It's early enough on a Saturday that the coffee shop isn't crowded at all. Kim's sitting at a table near the door, waiting.
Absently, she glances up at the clock. The train should be arriving soon.
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Kim's tone is coolly precise, and somehow distant.
"And after you do that, tell them to call me."
A single beat.
"I'll see you later, Meghan."
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"And, no. I don't think you will see me later."
The door doesn't slam behind her, but closes with a small, non-negotiable, decided click.
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The call she makes to her parents isn't a long one, all things considered. Long enough to warn them that Meghan's coming home early and why; long enough to tell them that they'd fought about the fact that she's taking a job in England, and that she'll tell them everything in person soon, and that she loves them.
After Kim hangs up the phone, she sits still, listening to the quiet in the kitchen for a few minutes, then sighs and goes back into the other room to pack.