She gingerly touched a finger to her cheekbone just below her left eye. The ice had kept some of the swelling down, but it still ached and throbbed with a pulse of its own. She didn’t dare look in the mirror. The look on Caleb’s face told her all she needed to know.
She was vaguely aware of the sliding glass door opening and closing behind her. He tried to walk softly but she knew it was him by the sound of his boots on the boards.
He stopped beside her and just stood there for a moment, as if unsure about what to do next. She got the feeling that dealing with women in tears was not one of Chance’s strong points. So, when he simply lifted her up and slid her onto his lap and into his arms, she melted into them. He let her bury her face in his chest and just sat there with her. She could tell he wanted to say something – maybe he didn’t know what to say or maybe he just didn’t want to say the wrong thing. As always, he seemed to just know what she needed when she needed it……and just gave it to her.
And from my current read by an Actual Real Life Writer.....Stieg Larsson's The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo:
It happened every year, was almost a ritual. And this was his eighty-second birthday. When, as usual, the flower was delivered, he took off the wrapping paper and then picked up the telephone to call Detective Superintendent Morell who, when he retired, had moved to Lake Siljan in Dalarna. They were not only the same age, they had been born on the same say - which was something of an irony under the circumstances. The old policeman was sitting with his coffee, waiting, expecting the call.
I have to say, I'm having a little trouble really getting into this one. I like to read books BEFORE I watch the movie because the book is inevitably better than the movie. And I really want to see this movie...the trailers look quite interesting and Daniel Craig...well, enough said!
Happy Write On Wednesday everyone!