George:
*Two hours later*
Kitty: Hahahahahaha. You looooooose.
George: *gags*
Kitty: Not my fault Seattle SUCKS, though that girl boss coach is a whole vibe for sure. Just because your team lost and mine didn’t
George: I’m not talking to you
Kitty: I’m not talking to you either. Why does the West Coast have to be on a different time zone anyway?
George: Blame the sun
Kitty: It’s so late. I hate watching West Coast games. I only do it when you’re not on shift
Kitty: *snores*
George: You on a night shift?
Kitty: Oh, I forgot to tell you guys
George: ?
Kitty: I quit
Kitty: *ducks for cover*
George: Nah, we figured something was going on. You’ve been acting weird for a while. Where are you going? A smaller hospital? You okay for cash?
Kitty: I’m fine. I’ll be working one-on-one with a patient. It starts as soon as he’s out of the hospital and in a private residence
George: Neat!
George: You give up on the 40, I’ll tell Lara and Millie for you…
Kitty: You’d do that for forty cents?
George: Ain’t I the best?
NINETEEN
STAN
THE FOLLOWING DAY
I hated leaving her.
But…
Because I needed to make men pay for daring to see her as my weakness.
Because I had a city that was on the brink of war.
Because I had siblings who needed me to get my head in the game so that we could retain our position in New York and keep our families out of danger.
…my choices were limited.
