The uncertainty combined with the endless monotony of waiting was driving her crazy. She got up, picked her way quietly through the crowded room, and cracked the door open.
“Ma’am, when the trouble starts you won’t have to open the door to hear it.”
Delia started and whirled to face the voice. She found two very alert and slightly watery eyes looking back at her.
Delia nodded pensively. Her address to the council had been animated, angry, and distraught, but since then, all her emotions seem to have settled somewhere deep inside her forming a grim sense of purpose.
the feeling of being pursued chilled her to the core…. and only the comforting presence of hard stone behind her allowed even the slightest bit of peace. Beside her two small forms lay
