Harry was pacing, having spent some very good hours reconnecting with, and talking to, his wife, and now, well, he was calling the second most important person in this world to him. He had news, but more, he had pictures to show.
He grinned as he looked down at the pictures, an entire small pocket album that had been with him when he came through the porter this time.
He needed to show these to Allison. She, along with Wanda, was the only other person who would understand, and in some ways, she would understand even more than Wanda, for Wanda did not have children. And Allison knew the pain that he had felt for a year and more of not being home, not seeing his daughter. If anyone would understand his need to show these pictures, tell these stories, it would be her.
And so he dialed, and waited, tapping his feet, and chewing on a pen as he paced.
Phonecall; mid-day, 8/23
He grinned as he looked down at the pictures, an entire small pocket album that had been with him when he came through the porter this time.
He needed to show these to Allison. She, along with Wanda, was the only other person who would understand, and in some ways, she would understand even more than Wanda, for Wanda did not have children. And Allison knew the pain that he had felt for a year and more of not being home, not seeing his daughter. If anyone would understand his need to show these pictures, tell these stories, it would be her.
And so he dialed, and waited, tapping his feet, and chewing on a pen as he paced.