"He dropped his arm over my shoulder and the fear slithered off me and dropped behind like a discarded skin."
From a prose point of view I wish that was the ending. Although Nora is probably lucky it wasn’t even if she didn’t think it at the time.
"He dropped his arm over my shoulder and the fear slithered off me and dropped behind like a discarded skin."
From a prose point of view I wish that was the ending. Although Nora is probably lucky it wasn’t even if she didn’t think it at the time.