jaylar
Lorraine looked at Sean Pine, sitting opposite her in the coffee shop, pontificating.
The difference was that then, when she first saw him, sitting on the stage with his followers at his feet, his attitude was almost acceptable.
Today, in a coffee shop, with no one but her, he was talking in the same lecture hall voice, annoying other patrons with his babble about Wicca.
After a time she had to leave, she really couldn’t tolerate him any more. He said he’d walk her to the train for he was going to catch one to his parent’s home upstate.
She bid him good bye, ‘Blessed Be’, and got on her train.
She wished there was someone here she could speak with, but she’d have to wait until she was home, and on her computer.
