When the pause became too much, Joan abruptly said in a halting voice, "Never mind, Penny, I gotta go. See ya." Then Joan pushed the disconnect button on the phone. She thought there was a chance maybe before she had hit the hang-up button that Penny had protested her closure. She hoped so. For a few moments, she actually pathetically sat in silence (ecept for the noise next door) and waited for Penny to call back.
It did not happen and slow tears rolled down Joan's face with abandon. Her nose was beginning to run and she could feel herself turning into a basket case.
As she reached for a tissue, she thought to herself, "That's okay, Joan. You don't need her."
The truth was, she felt like she did. She needed something, but perhaps it was not the self-absorbed-in-artist-sullenness of Rog's sister. Perhaps she should talk to Zuleese. Maybe the Universe would have a good answer to how to plan her wedding. It was an important day after all.
She decided to put herself back together and email Rainey for an appointment with the Ancient.
As she cliked open her email there was a message for Rog. It was his mother's daily missive. Normally Joan would not read Rog's email, but today she was not feelling so generous to the privacy Gods. Maybe Rog's family really did not like her. Maybe there would be a clue in the email. And anyway, Rog had always told Joan he had nothing to hide from her. She clicked on it and began to read.
"Dear Rog..."
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