After several hours, Delia came back from work. Patsy checked to make sure no one was passing by their room. Once they knew the coast was clear, they embraced each other, giving each other a peck on the lips.
They looked outside their window. The fog still lingered outside. “How long did they say the fog in 1952 last?” Patsy asked Delia.
“Four days.”
“I guess we’re stuck here for about a week.”
“But I know how to make the most of it. I think you do too,” Delia said, nudging Patsy in her ribs.
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Date: 2018-01-02 10:36 pm (UTC)They looked outside their window. The fog still lingered outside. “How long did they say the fog in 1952 last?” Patsy asked Delia.
“Four days.”
“I guess we’re stuck here for about a week.”
“But I know how to make the most of it. I think you do too,” Delia said, nudging Patsy in her ribs.
Patsy knew what she meant.