( if they weren't real to her, it wouldn't ache so much.

angela tucks away the name, the face, diligent as if don quixote was a guest. )

I don't often have the pleasure of second conversations, so I hope we will, too. Thank you for the party. I... ( her gaze skips elsewhere, then back to her. ) ...I'm going to read.

( just find somewhere more quiet, sit down with the book gripped tightly in her arms, and read.

she'll excuse herself with not much fanfare and do just that now, actually. )