He's not her ideal pick of neighbors. But his messages earlier had suggested (to the unwitting observer) that he'd—
Well. Not cooled off in the subject of revenge, really, but that he'd still posessed the capacity to type instead of being laid up half comatose somewhere. So maybe he and Lester had thought better of the whole thing in the cold light of morning. Anyway, needs must. Though from the flicker of her attention across him, Maureen has clearly been anticipating a markedly different reception from the one she actually gets.
Though she's dressed in a long winter coat, the space between it's hem and the top of her shoe suggests she has a dress on underneath it all—not, apparently, quite so anathema a wardrobe choice for her as it seems for some of the 'wives' on the block. If not for the military looking rucksack on her shoulder and the scarf pulled down from her face, she might almost pass for someone who belongs here.
Right up until she says, "I need all your tin foil."
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Well. Not cooled off in the subject of revenge, really, but that he'd still posessed the capacity to type instead of being laid up half comatose somewhere. So maybe he and Lester had thought better of the whole thing in the cold light of morning. Anyway, needs must. Though from the flicker of her attention across him, Maureen has clearly been anticipating a markedly different reception from the one she actually gets.
Though she's dressed in a long winter coat, the space between it's hem and the top of her shoe suggests she has a dress on underneath it all—not, apparently, quite so anathema a wardrobe choice for her as it seems for some of the 'wives' on the block. If not for the military looking rucksack on her shoulder and the scarf pulled down from her face, she might almost pass for someone who belongs here.
Right up until she says, "I need all your tin foil."