When she was upset, she liked to draw.
The neatly intersecting lines helped to calm her down.
The ruggedly handsome silhouette she sketched with the pen in her hand grew clearer, but the line art was a complete mess.
After drawing for a few more minutes, the man's deep-set eyes materialized on the white paper. Georgia Thorne irritably tossed her pen down, placing it and the drawing on the table.
'I really must be going crazy!'
Early the next morning, at the crack of dawn, Nancy Hughes was woken up by the noise Georgia Thorne was making.
"Georgia, what are you doing?"
"Just getting rid of some things. Sorry for waking you!" Georgia Thorne said as she walked out the door, carrying two black shopping bags.
The bags looked quite heavy.
During breakfast, Nancy Hughes casually asked her what she had thrown away that morning.
Georgia Thorne's hand froze for a moment before she began stirring her spoon rapidly. "Nothing important, just some stuff I don't need anymore."
