[ moments after sending the text, her fingers grip the device. her thumbs hover. her muddled mind gropes and grind gears, looking for some sort of clever follow-up that she might slot in before he can reply. peggy's thoughts spin their wheels and, ultimately, she decides that she can't bear waiting and witnessing whatever smug rejoinder he might provide her. although she grips the phone, her hand falls limp against her chest. she yawns; she rests her eyes; she chastises herself for not turning off a lamp.
she entertains one last fleeting thought of him in a dinner jacket and a tie.
-- and she falls asleep before his acceptance arrives with a gentle ding. peggy is far too busy snoring to send anything in return. ]
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she entertains one last fleeting thought of him in a dinner jacket and a tie.
-- and she falls asleep before his acceptance arrives with a gentle ding. peggy is far too busy snoring to send anything in return. ]