[ She appreciates the announcement; anyone could have been walking through her door and she wouldn't know. Not that she's defenseless, but there's still a level of security in it. That same feeling of security is why there's a book in her hands where she sits on the bed - the novel by Charles Dickens that she'd found on her room weeks ago. Her fingertips trace the worn page edges and lines from bends in the cover, memorizing each detail like it were the face of a loved one. ]
Hi there, sugar. Come on in; I'm sorry you had to come all this way, but I do appreciate it.
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Hi there, sugar. Come on in; I'm sorry you had to come all this way, but I do appreciate it.