[ The rain comes down hard. Fat droplets splash into the tiny puddles along the sidewalk, filling in the cracks between the concrete and cobblestones. There's not a lot of it, but it's enough to be annoying — her cardigan's all wool, the kind that doesn't let the water in by virtue of absorbing it all. She'll probably smell like wet dog by the time she comes home.
Her therapist tells her to do one thing that surprises her, every single day. (Judith's not sure about that. Just moving to London is a big deal, but that's kind of the nice part about it. It's liberating, being in a city so big, where nobody follows current events that occur on the other side of the ocean.) Her yellow umbrella is a little too small to cover both herself and Ian, but it matches the print of flowers along the side of her red gumboots as she falls into step.
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Her therapist tells her to do one thing that surprises her, every single day. (Judith's not sure about that. Just moving to London is a big deal, but that's kind of the nice part about it. It's liberating, being in a city so big, where nobody follows current events that occur on the other side of the ocean.) Her yellow umbrella is a little too small to cover both herself and Ian, but it matches the print of flowers along the side of her red gumboots as she falls into step.
Her smile is a little nervous. ]
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