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[hunterswidow.livejournal.com]

Ellen's sitting at the bar, reading over what looks like a letter.

By the time anyone gets close enough to read its contents, it'll be folded up and placed in her back pocket in the blink of an eye.

It's only a minor comfort, knowing Joanna's out there, safe somewhere. The rest isn't something a strong glass of liquor can't fix.

"Whiskey, please, Bar," she says, just loud enough to be audible, voice low and rasping. "Neat."

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[hunterswidow.livejournal.com]

"Better already," is Ellen's unofficial diagnosis.

She takes another sip of her drink.

[janebecomes]

"Yes, I do feel slightly better. If I had asked for any brandy at home, I would have had to explain to my mother why I was ailing. Though I do consider myself gifted in a way with words, I do not think I could have accomplished that."