[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People - Aurora

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 Sinclair Mansion
> 1-3am
>
> Aurora, Mrs H-S & Lloyd
>

> [Aurora]
>
> She blushes at the compliment. "I hope nothing else that needs too
>
> much attention, I'm not sure if my friend can return after she moved
>
> out," Aurora's eyes were slowly shifting from grey to green as she
>
> spoke to the lady.  "It would be wondrous to see if there was anything
>
> else," she agreed.  "While..." Her voice seemed to have a lilt of
>
> wishfulness in it "We shouldn't dwell on the past, knowing where we
>
> came from can give us a better idea of where we're going."
>
> [Mrs Harrington-Smythe]
>
> Eva Harrington smiles, a little stiffly. Aurora's philosophical thought
> seems to have snagged at an exposed nerve
>
> "We are all headed for the same destination, my dear, but some of us are due
> to arrive there sooner rather than later." Mrs Harrington sighs. "On some
> days I can almost see the twinkle in the Grim Reaper's eye - the old buzzard
> has been sharpening his scythe for me for a while now. Yes, I do believe my
> reckoning approaches. All good parties come to an end and soon, it will be
> time to pay my shot and go." The old lady absently smoothes one wrinkled,
> much ringed hand down her exquisite gown, delicately twitching it's folds
> into place,  "Then it  will be down to St Bridget and Bellamy, bless the
> boy, to intercede with the Almighty - quibble over my bill?" Eva laughs
> softly but something about the tone grates. Despite her light words, Aurora
> can sense an undercurrent of fear threading through the old woman's voice.
>
> Mrs Harrington abruptly snaps open her evening bag, fishes inside and draws
> out a card. She hands it to Aurora. It is beautifully engraved in curling
> deco script - Eva Harrington-Smythe, President of the Harrington Charity
> Trust.
>
> "In case you or your friend should find other items left behind from an age
> all but dead," she says.

[Aurora]
She smiles.

"Thank you," and admires the script on the business card.  "Thank you
very much."

She too opens her bag and slips it into her coin pouch.

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