_peabody (_peabody) wrote in almost_paradise, @ 2014-05-05 13:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia peabody, jack mcfarland - will & grace |
What's Wrong With This? (tag: Jack)
Things had been anything but boring since Amelia "arrived" on the island. People seemed to know who she was without intoduction, though they insisted on calling her by her maiden name for some reason. How they even knew her maiden name was a puzzle in itself.
Then there was this whole library thing. Amelia had gone there to see what she could learn about the island, since no one gave her any straight answers. She no sooner walked in the doors than she was greeted, told she was expected, and put to work! One thing did come of it; she now had her own income and a home outside that hotel. She refused to be any more indebted to the Management than she had to be. Though she supposed it could be argued she still was as the job probably came from them.
She'd found a lovely Victorian home (or so the realtor called it) that reminded her a great deal of her home in Kent. Amelia had even gone so far as to extend Susan an invitation to room with her. There was plenty of space, and Susan seemed the type that needed a little looking after. The house was rather large for one person, and Amelia liked knowing she was sharing it with someone.
One thing she didn't find was anything useful at the library. Nothing about the island. Nothing about herself or her husband. There were plenty of volumes regarding Egyptology, and many of their colleges were well written about. Yet Emerson was obviously omitted. Amelia couldn't help but wonder just who he managed to upset to the point that he would be ousted from historical records. Had he simply never found anything worthwhile? Maybe she should try that computer thing again. She'd learned at least something of working it, as it was a requirement of her position, but had avoided anything beyond the basics she had to know.
Sighing, she set aside yet another volume, deciding she needed to stretch her legs a bit. Slipping on her blazer, she stepped out into the bright sunlight, taking long, deep breaths of air, trying to clear her mind.