Tina had been concerned about Artie for awhile. At first she thought he was just having a bad day, but when his mood didn't improve, she began wondering if something was seriously wrong. She asked him periodically if he was okay, but he usually evaded the question.
And now he'd been absent today, and she was really worried. She'd jumped to her feet when she saw Artie's text and rushed to his house as quickly as she could. When she reached his street, she slowed her pace and tried to catch her breath. When she reached the door her cheeks were red from the cold. She knocked, feeling nervous. Was Artie sick? Or was something else wrong?
It was Mrs. Abrams who answered the door. If you looked closely at her, you could see her eyes were red-rimmed, and she looked paler than usual. "Tina," she said, somewhat surprised to see her son's new girlfriend here. "Oh. Hi. Um, Artie's in his bedroom, if you want to go through." She stood back, letting Tina into the house with a very small smile.
Tina nodded, slowly struck by the difference in appearance with Artie's mother. - was something wrong with Artie? Had a family member died and they were grieving? Or was she making mountains out of molehills? "Thanks, Mrs. Abrams," she said, unbuttoning her coat as she walked towards her boyfriend's room.
She knocked softly, opening his door only a crack. "Artie? It's me. Can I come in?"
Artie heard the knock on the door, and knew it was Tina before she came close to his room - it hadn't taken her long to come over, and it appeared that she'd virtually dropped everything to be here.
He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for this. He wasn't sure how much he'd be able to tell her, but given the way he'd been moody for the past week or so, he owed her this much. "Come in, Tina," he said, though he still just lay on the bed, looking up.
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And now he'd been absent today, and she was really worried. She'd jumped to her feet when she saw Artie's text and rushed to his house as quickly as she could. When she reached his street, she slowed her pace and tried to catch her breath. When she reached the door her cheeks were red from the cold. She knocked, feeling nervous. Was Artie sick? Or was something else wrong?
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She knocked softly, opening his door only a crack. "Artie? It's me. Can I come in?"
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He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for this. He wasn't sure how much he'd be able to tell her, but given the way he'd been moody for the past week or so, he owed her this much. "Come in, Tina," he said, though he still just lay on the bed, looking up.
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