Eventually, the tears seemed to dry up, and they pulled away from each other, uncomfortably dabbing at their eyes and clearing their throats. Moments before it felt like the world was about to end, but here they were. Things went on, just as they would have in the real world.
Mary: "So."
Tristan: "So."
Mary: "Emily's not here."
Tristan: "No."
Mary: "Right. So let's try the white pages."
Tristan glanced up doubtfully as Mary walked toward a pay phone that he hadn't previously noticed. She pulled out the phone book that was chained to the booth and flipped to the middle, running her index finger over the pages.
Mary: "Laine... Laine, Edward; Laine, Edmond; Laine, Efram; Laine, Eggbert... Eggbert? Seriously? Laine, Elmer; Laine, Emily A.; Laine, Emily I. That's her."
Tristan: "Laine, Emily I.?"
Mary: "Yeah."
Tristan: "Please tell me this phone book hasn't been here the whole time."
Mary: "Try not to think about it."
Mary tore out the page with Emily's address and telephone number on it.
Mary: "Come on, then. Let's do this thing."
Tristan: "Okay. But only if you stop pretending to be a superhero from a bad movie."
Mary: "Oh like you aren't. Do you want to take the bus or walk? It's only the next stop over."
Tristan answered without a second thought.
Tristan: "Walk."
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o.O LMAO I like that, flipping coins to determine the genetics? I'd hate to have to work with someone though, cos knowing my luck, it'd be someone I dont get along well with (and at my school, there's a high percent for that :P)
LMAO Heeeey, divorce is a pretty tricky something :P