[ She shouldn't be so surprised by all the electricity - the hospital had generators, after all, though not so many that they could light everything. The hallways were dim at best, twilight back-alleys where anything could happen. But she'd had no control over what power there was to be had, and here, she can flip through TV shows like it's no big deal. Three whole channels, all of them kind of boring-looking at the moment.
Beth turns it off a moment later, then turns it back on again - and then off, like a six-year-old. She's not really interested in watching. Her attention shifts to a little bookshelf, full of unfamiliar titles: Exodus. Joy Street. The Last Hurrah. One shelf has thinner books, younger-looking ones: Fifteen. Wait for Marcy.Going Steady. And something that must be completely mortifying, Facts of Life and Love for Teen-Agers. God, those better not be for her.
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Beth turns it off a moment later, then turns it back on again - and then off, like a six-year-old. She's not really interested in watching. Her attention shifts to a little bookshelf, full of unfamiliar titles: Exodus. Joy Street. The Last Hurrah. One shelf has thinner books, younger-looking ones: Fifteen. Wait for Marcy. Going Steady. And something that must be completely mortifying, Facts of Life and Love for Teen-Agers. God, those better not be for her.
She glances up at Edward. ]
Does the phone work?