No, wait.No, wait. She stood up, holding her face near the glass, looking at him from a different angle. It was a trick of the light, perhaps. The way he was sitting. The angle of her vision. She felt hot and uncomfortable, slightly dirty. She pressed her cheek against the cool glass, closing her eyes. She must get back to her office, soon. The repressive atmosphere of the rectory was upsetting her balance, obviously. An exaggerated reaction to- Her train of thought was cut off as Thomas stood up. |