Repose

[oliver + gwen]

[left on the hall-table: one laminated ID that puts riley gauguin at twenty-one almost to the month (you're welcome, gwen. one box of pizza and a note:

'out for the evening, goodnight and good fun and all that, both. let's test out the id some point soon-ish (not the cat, too many law-makers around)']

[daniel]

[because we're persistent. a copy of the screwtape letters turns up in a box by the window again, and there's a bundle of catnip in there as well which probably drives mam'selle insane. a note, folded in amongst the books and fluff: acquired an ipad yet?]

[Public]

Whoever finally returned the baby Jesus from the nativity? Thanks, sugar muffin, but you should have really waited until next weekend. Unless you were making a play on flevit super illam, and if that is the case, I want to buy you dinner.

[Melody B.]

Hey, I heard you might need a place to stay.