Jan. 16th, 2016

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The days since Christmas had blurred together. The murder, the hospital, Christmas and new years and days and nights and sleeping when they felt like it. John was on medical leave from the library, awaiting clearance from his doctor before going back. Effie's show was on hiatus while her face healed. The pair of them spent their time in various states of stupor, drugged numb so they didn't have to deal with the reality of what had happened.

The pills had run out and John needed to go to the pharmacy to get more, but in the meantime he was sober enough to think clearly and the thought he had was that they needed to address this. He waited for Effie to wake and when she did he took her by the hand and sat her on the sofa.

"Effie, we need to talk. We can't keep hiding. We can't keep on like this. I know you're scared. But the hurts are healing and we've got to talk about Andy. About killing him. We have to sober up and move on," he said, hoping she was sober enough to understand.

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