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A little too late for that
Sat Jul 24, 2010 3:45pm

It was a marvelous talent. Few people could get themselves into such trouble by the size of their own mouths as Cassandra. Her entire life had been a string of incidences such as this one, when fighting the good fight became more a battle of extreme solitaire.

She kept fighting, at first. "I was not entertaining his ideas. He came to me for help and I-"

But Chase Harlow kept talking.

It was true - she never should have helped Austin, or tried to. If this got back to Devon, he would inevitably suffer her outspokenness.

The facts came together for her, however, rather late. She didn't see how far the conversation had gone until Chase started muttering nonsense, some dark inner monologue that Cassandra obviously had no part of. She was startled; was he on drugs? Struggling with mental illness? Did he kill someone? The man was egocentric, a fact which made Cassandra's feathers ruffle. The mere idea that Cassandra had taken on a ward and spent twenty four hours a day, seven days a week with such a child for - for more - than four years was incomprehensible to him. Together Cassandra and Jael had created language, ended slavery, saved lives --

No, Cassandra bit sarcastically, more to herself, Of course, no one is like you and you are the only one who understands what you're going through.

The thought was absurd - so American! The obsession with the unique and the self.

She met his liar's smile with a straight face and told him, as professionally as she could, "You're the only one who counts." Then she turned, to walk away.

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