Joan's heart skips. She glances up from the notebook that tells her where she must go next in order to maintain this facade. In all the world, there are five people who have called her 'Joanie'. Her mother, her sisters, Megan, and Arthur.
But before she can shout for Meg and grab her, Joan sees, no. It's not her. And even though the journal says Meg's fine - she made it out; they both did - there's a flash of lethal fury at this pretty, bubbly blonde. She's a very good covert operative, one of the best, and the flash never makes it to her eyes. Instead she gives a pleasant wave of greeting. "Hello," she calls, but though the journal had informed her this person would be the goddess Aphrodite, she could not make herself believe it. "You look lovely today." One assumes it's always safe to compliment a woman who thinks she's a goddess.
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Date: 2012-07-14 12:37 am (UTC)But before she can shout for Meg and grab her, Joan sees, no. It's not her. And even though the journal says Meg's fine - she made it out; they both did - there's a flash of lethal fury at this pretty, bubbly blonde. She's a very good covert operative, one of the best, and the flash never makes it to her eyes. Instead she gives a pleasant wave of greeting. "Hello," she calls, but though the journal had informed her this person would be the goddess Aphrodite, she could not make herself believe it. "You look lovely today." One assumes it's always safe to compliment a woman who thinks she's a goddess.