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Angela has been quiet and somber, relatively speaking, for most of her time at home. She's studied a little, chatted absently about her trip to London, classes, her work on the newspaper. She squabbled with Danielle, but her heart wasn't in it.
Saturday morning, she called into her voice mail. She seemed much happier at breakfast -- not just happy, but relieved, as if something very good had happened. She bounced eagerly into Patty's car for the drive back to school, and hummed cheerily along with the radio as they started on the long trip. Whatever had been weighing on her, it had passed.
Saturday morning, she called into her voice mail. She seemed much happier at breakfast -- not just happy, but relieved, as if something very good had happened. She bounced eagerly into Patty's car for the drive back to school, and hummed cheerily along with the radio as they started on the long trip. Whatever had been weighing on her, it had passed.
