Daphne and Zoey were drinking coffee in Starbucks, at 62 Founders Parkway. Daphne had ordered some bánh doughnut with it. Taking your own snacks was against the rules of the house, so they had left the box in the car.
“You’re going to eat those?” Zoey asked, nodding at the donuts.
“No, I’m going to take them to Mrs. Fueller and shove them up her big, fat butt” Daphne đã đưa ý kiến angry.
“Well, that would be a waste” Zoey said.
Daphne rubbed her eyes. “I’m not feeling very well. I think I’m getting a migraine” she said.
“You want to go home?” Zoey asked.
Daphne nodded. “Yeah, just let me throw some water in my face” She got up and walked to the ladies room. She entered and walked to the sink, opened the tap and splashed water in her face. She pulled out some paper napkins from a machine and as she dabbed her face her eyes fell on a familiar face.
Zoey was waiting outside when she was pushed. She turned around and Daphne waved one of her flyers before her face.
“It’s not what bạn think” she started.
“Don’t talk to me” Daphne đã đưa ý kiến while she walked to the car.
“Daphne, come on” Zoey begged.
Daphne turned around. “You promised, Z! bạn đã đưa ý kiến you’d give it a rest!” she shouted furious. She wanted to get in the car at the driver’s seat, but Zoey grabbed her arm. “If you’re going to keep doing that people will start thinking I’m being abused and they won’t point the finger at you”
“I am only trying to help” Zoey said, ignoring Daphne’s last comment. “Put yourself in his shoes. Don’t bạn think he wants to know the truth about himself? Don’t bạn think he deserves that?”
Daphne looked down, then up again. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, Z”
“Get in the car, nutcase” Zoey said.
“You’re going to eat those?” Zoey asked, nodding at the donuts.
“No, I’m going to take them to Mrs. Fueller and shove them up her big, fat butt” Daphne đã đưa ý kiến angry.
“Well, that would be a waste” Zoey said.
Daphne rubbed her eyes. “I’m not feeling very well. I think I’m getting a migraine” she said.
“You want to go home?” Zoey asked.
Daphne nodded. “Yeah, just let me throw some water in my face” She got up and walked to the ladies room. She entered and walked to the sink, opened the tap and splashed water in her face. She pulled out some paper napkins from a machine and as she dabbed her face her eyes fell on a familiar face.
Zoey was waiting outside when she was pushed. She turned around and Daphne waved one of her flyers before her face.
“It’s not what bạn think” she started.
“Don’t talk to me” Daphne đã đưa ý kiến while she walked to the car.
“Daphne, come on” Zoey begged.
Daphne turned around. “You promised, Z! bạn đã đưa ý kiến you’d give it a rest!” she shouted furious. She wanted to get in the car at the driver’s seat, but Zoey grabbed her arm. “If you’re going to keep doing that people will start thinking I’m being abused and they won’t point the finger at you”
“I am only trying to help” Zoey said, ignoring Daphne’s last comment. “Put yourself in his shoes. Don’t bạn think he wants to know the truth about himself? Don’t bạn think he deserves that?”
Daphne looked down, then up again. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, Z”
“Get in the car, nutcase” Zoey said.
Cas beached on the street, far away from Rufus’ cabin. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was angry, because Dean wouldn’t listen to him. Dean always thought he knew everything better. He was disappointed, because Dean had no faith in him at all.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t bạn hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t bạn recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he đã đưa ý kiến breathless. “How did bạn find me? What are bạn doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need bạn to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t bạn hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t bạn recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he đã đưa ý kiến breathless. “How did bạn find me? What are bạn doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need bạn to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
