Chapter 11
by 
Zokko
Pick one.
Let her go.
Elizabeth blushes a deep red and looks very uncomfortable. She stammers something about something she needs to do that doesn't make much sense, but you cut off her jumble of words with a wave of your hand.
"Please, you don't need to explain. We'll talk some other time."
Elizabeth hurries off looking tense, and you sigh watching her go. But you suppose you'll get another shot - you are next-door neighbors, after all.