![]() Made sure the blue pens were in one holder and the red ones in another. She straightened the stained-glass dragonfly shade on the Tiffany lamp. ![]() ![]() Looking across the desk, she moved the office phone over an inch-then switched the AT&T whatever it was back to where it had been. Her first job was now a thing of the past. Suddenly, after having suffered through seven-thousand-hour waits for the moon to rise, she felt like she wanted to slow it all down again. ![]() The night she had been waiting for was almost here.įor most of the last eight weeks, time had been going at a crawl, but in these final couple of evenings it had switched things up and flipped into catapult mode. Such a mundane action, done many times in a week, a month, a year-but nonetheless, for one particular instance, a great division between before and after occurred.Īs Paradise, blooded daughter of Abalone, First Adviser to Wrath, son of Wrath, sire of Wrath, King of all vampires, sat back in her office chair, she stared at the now-black screen in front of her. Some graduations were marked by the simple and the everyday, the nothing-special-like a person reaching out to a Dell monitor and hitting the little blue button on the lower right corner of the computer screen. ![]() Some of these important markers of the next stage of life had no caps and gowns, no orchestras playing the humans’ “Pomp and Circumstance.” There was no stage to walk across or diploma to hang on your wall. ![]()
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