03-23-2010, 10:38 PM
I went rigid when she walked over to the bookcase, she stood right above the trigger. I calmly walked over, appearing to look at the titles she was looking at. "Yes...They are stories from the Elders. Why don't you go read one over on the bed?" I say with practiced calm, panicking on the inside with every little step she took.
Many times lost, many times found again.
