other long. i think we’d just met that afternoon.
i could hear a woman talking. i had an image of a somewhat attractive but troubled woman with long blonde hair and brown eyes, in her late 20’s or early 30’s. she was concerned about something. i could tell she was talking with her husband, who had dark brown hair, although the man did not speak. these were the parents of the girl, and they were talking in the kitchen, which was down the hall from the room we were in.
i could not hear what the adults were saying, but i could tell they were talking about their daughter. i felt that 