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Sep. 25th, 2006 10:27 pmShe doesn't, actually, want to tell him this.
But she is, because--well.
Wives do things like that, she's certain, tell their husbands about magic compasses.
...Maybe. There isn't a book. She rather wishes there were.
But there isn't, and it's been a week, and it's harder to make herself dream apart from the woman she knows is waiting for her, and so she pulls the silver object out of its drawer and sighs as she goes to find her husband.
Lucy supposes the honeymoon had to end sooner or later.
But she is, because--well.
Wives do things like that, she's certain, tell their husbands about magic compasses.
...Maybe. There isn't a book. She rather wishes there were.
But there isn't, and it's been a week, and it's harder to make herself dream apart from the woman she knows is waiting for her, and so she pulls the silver object out of its drawer and sighs as she goes to find her husband.
Lucy supposes the honeymoon had to end sooner or later.
