Somehow, that quiet acknowledgement hit him harder than a sharp retort would have. Seven years might have given Kit time to calm down and gain some perspective, but it hadn't been time enough for him. Not by a long shot.
Slouching in the pew, John stared moodily at the ceiling beams, not really even hearing Kit's second remark. They'd been working up to some sort of reckoning since she'd arrived, like it or not; but what abruptly came out of his mouth surprised even him. "You know what really burns? I should have seen it coming." He scowled. "Nah, scratch that; I did. I knew it was too good to last. But I never expected it to go down the way it did."
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Date: 2007-03-14 09:37 pm (UTC)Slouching in the pew, John stared moodily at the ceiling beams, not really even hearing Kit's second remark. They'd been working up to some sort of reckoning since she'd arrived, like it or not; but what abruptly came out of his mouth surprised even him. "You know what really burns? I should have seen it coming." He scowled. "Nah, scratch that; I did. I knew it was too good to last. But I never expected it to go down the way it did."