nothing short of wonderful
She didn’t feel bad, per say. She felt off. Odd, perhaps, but not bad. Well, not any worse than what other common ailments would have caused. Mostly, she felt tired. And off. If it wasn’t for Andromeda, she wouldn’t have thought twice about it. She’d have blamed it on her hectic schedule, her time of the month, the weather changing, something she ate. It was the young mother who spotted what the problem was before Mary did and needled her into the test.
The test that had her sitting now on the floor in the hall where Jon’s door was located. Her knees were pulled tight to her chest and she rested her head on top of them, cradled in her arms. She may have dozed, though she doubted she slept. Her mind was racing too fast, it was too full. No, she wouldn’t be calm enough to sleep for some time yet, certainly not before she spoke to Jon. She waved at his neighbor as the elderly woman let herself into her apartment, her smile meek as she settled in to wait.