Who: Ana & Cora What: Closure, hopefully When: May 14th, 6 p.m. Where: Cora's tent Warnings: TBD, but I doubt it'll go high
Ana was starting to second-guess her decision to contact Cora. She still wanted to talk to her mother, of course, but she was nervous as to what she might say. The last time Ana had seen her, she was 20 and heading back to college after Christmas break. Only a few weeks later, over half her family was dead. No goodbyes, no getting things in order, no sitting at a bedside and watching her fall asleep. Just a sudden, violent death.
Ana hadn't taken much time to mourn, she'd buried the sadness and fanned the flames of her rage. Now, nearly four decades later, it was time to let herself mourn, and finally lay those ghosts to rest. For her own peace of mind, if nothing else. So she arrived at Cora's tent a few minutes before six and waiting, shifting from foot to foot for lack of something else to do.