solitude {open}

[broadway]

Raychel perked up. She quickly lept to her feet and began searching with Angel. It wasn't like Angel to forget something like this. She glanced over at the complex manager. He stood in the corner, a very angry look plastered upon his face. Raychel had the overwhelming urge to go and hurt him. That smug look upon his face ticked her off to no end.

[calcetines]

Angel frowned a bit. "Well, if you haven't got it then it's around here somewhere," said she. "Is there anything I can get you, a glass of water or something?" The complex manager refused her offer rather curtly. At long last she uncovered an envelop atop the microwave with a yellow sticky note ("drop in box before 5") "I'm so sorry," Angel said, handing him the envelop after taking off the sticky note. The manager left without another word.

[broadway]

Raychel watched him leave, and icy glare trailing after him. She crossed her arms over her chest and sat back down onto the couch. She cooled off and crossed one leg over the other, watching Angel settle herself into a seat. "He's got no right to treat a pregnant woman like that." she growled angrily. Angel was getting mistreated left and right, and it bugged Raychel to no end. Her temper that had just suddenly appeared out of no where didn't help the case much.

[calcetines]

"Oh, there wasn't anything wrong with it," said Angel, frowning a bit as she seated herself back down on the sofa with a heavy sigh. "I'm certain I would be just as angry if I were in his place. I might not have behaved that way, but..." Angel picked up her knitting again, going at a much slower pace than she had been going previously, as she was feeling the beginning of cramps in her fingers.

[broadway]

Raychel looked at Angel for a moment. She seemed so frail, but so strong as well. Raychel shook her head. "What am I going to do with you when the babies actually arrive?" she asked teasingly, her temper gone. She was reminded of a character from Shakespeare. In Romeo and Juliet, Romeo's friend Mercutio had quite the hot-and-cold attitude as well. If there was anyone Raychel wanted to be, it was definitely not him.

[calcetines]

"Well, that aside," said Angel, not looking up from her knitting. "Are you sure that there isn't anything I can do for you?" Raychel had lost her parents after all, it must have been terribly traumatic for her. Although her own father had rejected her, she had forgiven him already, even if there was the possibility that they may never reconcile. Angel would like nothing more than to see Harry again, and have him love her as his daughter once more, but at least he was still alive...

[broadway]

Raychel frowned a bit. "Just make sure to not stress yourself." She replied, crossing one leg over the other. "That's all I ask." Raychel's mind began to wander. Mostly to Levi. "But, there is one thing. I think," she paused, smiling. "I think you were right."

[calcetines]

Angel re-counted her stitches, making sure that she had made enough in that row. When she was satisfied, she did her turn and started on the next one. So far a two-week project, the blanket she was currently knitting was a little more than half-way done, not bad for a beginner. "About what?" asked Angel, a bit confused, her eyes still firmly concentrated on her knitting. If she didn't look at what she was doing she wound up messing up everything, Angel figured it was a skill that you had to be a minimum of sixty-four years of age to know.