>>19031819>>19031829When Carmody first hears several text messages ring in, her first thought is dread. Colby. That bitch. Should've put her on Ignore. Although now that she knows Carmody's staying in the apartment, she can stop by any time. She can let herself in any time. She could probably even have her kicked out. She doesn't like to think about that.
But the texts could also be any number of other people. It could be Kanako, or Sola, or Jackie. Or it could be..... Paule.
Reading through Paule's hasty, uncapitalized storm of messages brings a goofy, tearful smile to Carmody's face and a lump in her chest. She must've seen the Priscilla video after all, and she was responding from way over in Japan. This was it, the togetherness and bond of friendship they were forming in the Dojo. There was nothing else that could lift her spirits out of the morass of dread she had been in quite like this.
Smiling, Carmody quickly dashes out a series of replies to Paule through blurry eyes. She won't mention things with Colby; that's her own trouble to bear, for now. But the support Paule's sending her, from all the way around on the other side of the world, means so much right now.
