Rm 332 - Sunday Evening

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Penelope had had an exhausting phone conversation with her mother. Yes she would be home in two weeks. No she would not be staying longer than a week. And how that was all going to work after marrying Edward, was still puzzling her. Obviously her mother was certain the situation would sort itself out. There was nothing more important than breaking

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[likes_chicken]

Penelope's message had sounded really urgent. So Hurley found himself rushing down to her room and knocking, trying not to sound like he was mildly worried when he did it.

[bad_nose_job]

Penelope had just set aside her water pot when that knock sounded and she looked over in surprise, not at all expecting him so soon. Or possibly tonight.

"Hurley. You're here."

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"You did say soon," Hurley said. "I didn't want you to be... like... waiting or anything."

[bad_nose_job]

"Oh, yes, of course. How thoughtful of you." She blinked, clasped her hands together. "Please, come in. Sit. Would you like a cold beverage?"