Susan glanced between Peter and Clair, and shrugged. She poked Peter, and then poked Harry too. When Edmund and Jeana came in, she smiled. "Hi! We were just poking, really..." Susan replied with a laugh.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |