 waiting for Damian
Jane Howard was sitting on the memorial bench donated by St. Mungo's--she hadn't felt like sitting on the Ministry bench, she was a little irked with the Ministry just at present. The summer weather was pleasant and the garden itself was beautiful, but Jane was currently busy looking over what she had written in a small leather-bound notebook. Every once in a while she glanced up and looked around, as if she were waiting for someone. |