<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Apartment Parking Lot<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots,<del>sunglasses on her forehead</del>.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivian, Madelyn<br/><br/>Vivian's sudden enthusiasm was contagious, but there was something Elizabeth had to do first before succumbing to it.<br/><br/>Before Madelyn got back into the main part of the office, Elizabeth caught up with her.  The attack, when it came, was swift and merciless.<br/><br/>Her arms snaked under Madelyn's and encircled Madelyn's waist, coming together with fingers laced over her tummy.  Elizabeth pulled herself into Madelyn, and Madelyn into her in a full length hug that communicated her thanks, her sympathy and understanding, her relief at Madelyn's gesture.  It lasted a long time, well over two dozen heartbeats.  Before Elizabeth let go and stepped back, she whispered<strong>"Thank you"</strong>.  Her face was that of the Madonna with Child, peaceful and loving and serene in a way that lit her pale skin from beneath.  Elizabeth was never happier, never more content, than when others found her good and she was able to do something to make them feel better.<br/><br/>Returning to Vivian, she put her hand over the black girl's phone, hiding it and stilling the flood of text messages.<strong>"Vivian?  That's a great idea,"</strong>she said, voice breaking a bit but her eyes were dry as she looked into Vivian's face.<strong>"Let's go tell the others."</strong>