On the plus side I'm not sure it'll make a lot of difference to your reading experience.
Boo, Web Monkeys.
It was probably more apt to say that Thea had learned young not to give away more than she had to. The only way half of the things she did for the day-job worked was because no one had to remind her not to over-explain her position. Kay had done six months of elite para-military training on how to keep her mouth shut when she was negotiating.
The few people who knew her thought Thea came out of the womb that way. Reticent and reserved.
She hadn’t called anyone, to tell them Moira had been to see her. She’d sent them a simple, impersonal email because…well, she didn’t really have a why. Moira hadn’t come to her because it was Thea’s job to find a replacement. It wasn’t, at least not on paper. But Moira had gone, and Thea had agreed to inform the others—at least the ones who needed informing before it was time for Moira to retire—and she’d sent them a simple email.
Six hours later she was ready to crawl under her bed and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.
-----------: You should have realized they were going to panic.
Kay. Thea rubbed her face and stared at her phone. Had they panicked at Kay? They had every right to panic at Kay—again, sort of and not on paper—but secret societies were complicated. Generally, she or Moira got panicked at so Kay wouldn’t, unless it was about Thea.
TheA: Yeah, I realized the email was a bad approach when Alice called.
-----------: Ha. We do love Rabbit. I do still think I should be allowed to call you Tigger.
Thea smiled, and dropped her head forward.
TheA: If anyone’s Tigger it’s you.
-----------: No proof.
Seb walked into the kitchen, game headset still on, talking to a school friend while they tilted at the alien menace, and she watched him critically. She’d told him about Moira. It wouldn’t have helped to keep it a secret, and he was fond of Moira.
He stuck his tongue out on his way back to his game, and she returned the favor.
-----------: Are you okay?
TheA: I don’t know. It’s not like I haven’t been here before.
-----------: That’s why I’m asking. Have you told squirt?
TheA: Yes. He’s fine. I think we’re a little too adjusted to death, actually. I’m sure that’ll be an issue eventually.
-----------: Well, at least you have money for therapy. Do you want me to tell them to lay off you?
TheA: No, I should have handled it better. I think it’s done now anyway. Are you good?
-----------: Peachy. I’d tell you what I was doing, but…
TheA: I think we’re already on enough watch-lists. Let’s not add treason to our potential legal problems.
-----------: About that. Do we have a trustworthy person before tax-time? If I need to put in for leave I need to know soon.
TheA: I have a couple of thoughts that should be able to handle the position and all it’s attendant issues. Go do you’re *redacted content in redacted place*. Thanks for checking.
-----------: You do realize it doesn’t make them less nervous when you redact yourself.
TheA: Made you laugh though. :)
Come back tomorrow for M:Mating Pairs.