Just a half-hour trip followed by a ten-minute walk and Elizabeth should find her porch, those red doors and behind them, her children. Only she must have dozed off to find herself waking up in a castle where she can easily expect a Disney princess stepping out of the corner at any moment. But knowing her, she would sooner expect to blink and find herself staring into the barrel of a gun with an FBI agent on the other end. Or worse, her own people.
Her heart is pounding fast but her breathing is measured, controlled. She walks in a clipped pace down the hallway with one hand in her pocket, fingers wrapped around her gun. The safety is off. She would smile if she sees you, apologetic, before scurrying closer as if to ask for directions. Just your friendly neighborhood mom. ]
Elizabeth Jennings | The Americans
Just a half-hour trip followed by a ten-minute walk and Elizabeth should find her porch, those red doors and behind them, her children. Only she must have dozed off to find herself waking up in a castle where she can easily expect a Disney princess stepping out of the corner at any moment. But knowing her, she would sooner expect to blink and find herself staring into the barrel of a gun with an FBI agent on the other end. Or worse, her own people.
Her heart is pounding fast but her breathing is measured, controlled. She walks in a clipped pace down the hallway with one hand in her pocket, fingers wrapped around her gun. The safety is off. She would smile if she sees you, apologetic, before scurrying closer as if to ask for directions. Just your friendly neighborhood mom. ]