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March 18th, lunchtime

It's a bright breezy day, a day that feels like spring, clear sky and a cool clean smell in the air. And - the world has not ended. I found out yesterday that Wanda had her baby, even sooner than I expected, and there was no rain of fire, no earth shaken open. It doesn't mean there won't be, further down the line, but for now we are safe.

There are daffodils in the park, and in bunches outside the florist's. I buy a bunch and take it, with a box of baked goods from Edmund's, over to the Dormouse. I'll have to find something for the baby at the Saturday market, but for now this will do - food always comes in handy, since I doubt Wanda will be in the mood to cook. I ask Romana to pass them on when she sees Wanda, and then I walk back out into the sunshine.

I'm in no mood for sitting indoors, and so I buy a coffee to go from the cafe and take it to the park, where I find a bench and light a cigarette. I will be working in the bar tonight because Peter's off - a death in the family, I don't know the details - but...

I think about that old story of the Angel of Death, and wonder if this is what it felt like the morning after, when people looked at the blood on their doors and knew that it had worked. Safe. For now.

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