her eyebrows raising ever so slightly, not in displeasure, but simply in enormous curiosity as she acknowledge the introduction.
holding the telephone.
her eyes troubled as she picks up her napkin.
hurriedly putting the cake onto the table. she rushes round to the front of it.
reacting to two more gulls diving.
she starts to run out camera right.
shrieking as the birds dive at her face.
she lets out a horrified scream. there are birds fluttering in her hair, caught there.
giving a small moan.
observing, making no comment.
getting an idea.
watching him.
a small knowledgeable nod of her head. the chicken's reaction strengthens her determination to talk to fawcett. she turns.
a little annoyed. she glances at the ground floor window closest to the door.
puzzled.
a little troubled. she seems deciding whether or not she should leave. a determined look comes over her face.
coming into the room. her eyes begin to take in the room.
a terrified scream erupting from her mouth.
behind the wheel, unmindful of anything but flight.
slumped on the wheel of the car, her head on her arms, sobbing. on her sobs.
her face soft.
her hand trembling as she pours the coffee.
waiting.
looking up toward the roof, the sound getting louder. she squeezes her eyes shut.
raising her eyes. the room is silent. there is nothing to hear.
seeing them. her lip begins to tremble.
as she turns to look out the window on her side.
closing her eyes.