A Simple Twist of Fate, Part 2

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He’s still numb when we meet this morning. Last night he began the conversation in a good humor, but the moment I asked the reason for his turnaround, he clammed up. He wouldn’t discuss it. So I’m here at the restaurant in some suburban Holiday Inn, forcing dry rice cereal down my throat and determined to talk him out of it.

Nathan Petrelli’s Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

(With apologies to Judith Viorst)

There are many pleasant things to which one can wake in the morning. Birdsong. The voice of a loved one. Sunlight. The smell of pancakes wafting up from below.

Angela Petrelli’s face is not one of those things.