“Patience is a Virtue”
“Pardon?”
“She’s a Virtue, as well as policeman - woman even.”
“You mean she’s your sister?”
“Yes” said Brevity. “How long has Prose been in there?” she asked the Landlord.
“A long time, I mean, I am not exact-“
Brevity thumped the door thunderously “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN THERE PROSE?!” she bellowed at the door.
“We’ve got your results back” said the good doctor.
“Yes?” said Prose, unsure what he had actually been tested for.
“It’s good news and bad news.” The doctor attempting another pause for effect.
Prose looked at the doctor blankly. The doctor sighed, finding he couldn’t even produce the least bit of anxiety from the young man in front of him.
“Look,” he said, leaning forward, trying a new tactic, his voice dropping to a low and serious tone: “this is hard for anyone to say, let alone when we’re as close as we are.”
“I’ve only been here for three sessions?”
“Yes, but -“
