[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Brian Schoner]

Philip appeared oblivious to the conversation around him as he finished the
second letter, then tore the third envelope open. As he read this letter,
the constant moans coming through his lips resolved into a single word,
uttered over and over again.

"No."

Finally, finishing the third letter, he looked up at Marion, the one who had
handed him the letters. His eyes were filled with tears. "Why weren't these
sent?" he asked hoarsely. "Why didn't I get them?" He stared around the
room, his jaw quivering with barely-suppressed emotion. Finally, his eyes
settled on Marjorie, and the next words out of his mouth could only be
described as a bellow of rage, and sorrow, and loss.

"WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?"