#gotta look up kruskal's algorithm again hehehe

[incandescent-eden]

She closed her eyes, pressing cold fingers under plastic glasses rims and against warm eyelids. “He says she’s been causing him emotional distress, but given how recently she’s died, a judge would probably give her the benefit of the doubt because think about how emotionally distressed she’d be. Not to mention – we don’t know how bad it is at the Hastings place. And we don’t want Evelyn showing up with any nasty surprises.”

Mori opened her eyes again, adjusting her glasses to the sound of Willow’s laptop being shut and packed away. The gray buildings surrounding the office were now stretches of darkness indistinguishable from the evening, broken only by large windows showing shadows and figures from other offices moving about; the small square of sunlight that lit the city earlier had long since faded, giving way to phosphorescent streetlamps shining blue far below and orange electric lamps that mimicked the glow of flame in the buildings’ interiors.

“I ought to get home,” Willow said, tugging her stylish pea coat closed over her autumn-colored dress. “6 PM. You know how the traffic rush is.”

Want to get dinner? Mori almost asked. Her heart thumped as Willow smoothed her hair back, fussing with the loose strands until she somehow, magically, twisted them back into place. There’s this café just around the corner. I know you’ll love it.

“Sure,” she said instead. “See you tomorrow.”

Spirit of the Law sure is a piece of writing.