Patience is a Virtue (2005-08-12)
How long 'til we arrive, she thought. She was on the verge of asking again when they would arrive. But she restrained herself, knowing that the question would only make him mad again.
The last time she had asked, about half an hour ago, he had almost shouted at her. "Patience is a virtue," he had growled and had taken the opportunity to lecture her on her many shortcomings. Listening to him, she wondered why he was with her at all. It did not sound as if he actually liked anything about her. He was right, she was a flawed person, but all these flaws made up a substantial part of who she was. If he did not like anything about her, how could he possibly like her, then?
He is mad at me for who I am, she thought. He would spent forever telling her how wrong she was. She realised that they had reached the end of the road. They would never arrive anywhere, not together.
The last time she had asked, about half an hour ago, he had almost shouted at her. "Patience is a virtue," he had growled and had taken the opportunity to lecture her on her many shortcomings. Listening to him, she wondered why he was with her at all. It did not sound as if he actually liked anything about her. He was right, she was a flawed person, but all these flaws made up a substantial part of who she was. If he did not like anything about her, how could he possibly like her, then?
He is mad at me for who I am, she thought. He would spent forever telling her how wrong she was. She realised that they had reached the end of the road. They would never arrive anywhere, not together.
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