Quicklog: Holly and Dick
[After the disastrous aftermath of the shopping trip? There wasn't anywhere to run to. Selina's place? Felt a tiny bit like betrayal and while Selina was out, and the kittens wove furry demands around her ankles, it still felt like getting gone for a little while might be a good idea. But where to was sort of the thousand dollar question. Eddie was gone, she knew that. If he'd been around? He would have been talking about the shop and etiquette and the game. Even if she didn't know how you played.
And Stephanie? Also gone. So she dumped the shopping at the loft, bags spilling jewel-bright, soft sweaters and dresses and she headed out in white over black, the sweater butter-soft on skin. It looked expensive but she wasn't and the only place she could think of going was one that was light on people and big on dumb animals.
The cottage. And getting in the grounds would have been easy if she'd called up to the house, she was pretty sure Alfred wouldn't mind giving her a pass. But that? Wasn't how she'd done things when this was a refuge, a place to visit when everything was mixed up and the boy that had lived here was the best person to talk to. He wasn't here, and she wasn't even going to think of what he'd make of all that paid-for elegance bought with his dad's credit card.
She picked the lock, way better at that habit now and she pushed inside the cottage where the stillness and the quiet and the stale smell of empty suggested maybe this wasn't such a good idea.]
And Stephanie? Also gone. So she dumped the shopping at the loft, bags spilling jewel-bright, soft sweaters and dresses and she headed out in white over black, the sweater butter-soft on skin. It looked expensive but she wasn't and the only place she could think of going was one that was light on people and big on dumb animals.
The cottage. And getting in the grounds would have been easy if she'd called up to the house, she was pretty sure Alfred wouldn't mind giving her a pass. But that? Wasn't how she'd done things when this was a refuge, a place to visit when everything was mixed up and the boy that had lived here was the best person to talk to. He wasn't here, and she wasn't even going to think of what he'd make of all that paid-for elegance bought with his dad's credit card.
She picked the lock, way better at that habit now and she pushed inside the cottage where the stillness and the quiet and the stale smell of empty suggested maybe this wasn't such a good idea.]