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I burst through the door, waving a pair of transport tickets, “I got them Jilli, I got them!”
Jillian sat at the table reading, a cup of tea at her elbow. She looked at me quizzically, then her shoulders drooped. It was not the reaction I expected. “Oh, Nickoli, you didn’t.”
“Yes, yes I did! It took every credit I had – and some pleading – but we have tickets to New Eden. The transport leaves Thursday.”
“Nikki, I really didn’t think you were serious about that. Just another of your crazy dreams.”
That hurt. She saw it too. She got up out of her chair and came around the table to put a hand on each shoulder. “I’m sorry, Nikki, that didn’t come out right. It’s just that you have so many dreams, and so many of them are just…impractical.”
The exuberance I’d felt just moments before drained away leaving me feeling like an empty sink. “Just because I want…something better than this?” Read the rest of this entry »
