The Deep

The Hungry Hound was just starting to get busy when Judy walked in, and she had to wait for a table because the waitress was still wiping a couple of them down after their respective customers had left. The blonde picked her way through the crowd and pulled up a chair, opening the menu when it was placed on the table before her. She’d just get something light tonight, no carbs, not many calories. Then again, meatloaf was on special tonight. Maybe she’d splurge.

She got a glass of water to start off with, then placed her order. The Hound’s food was usually pretty good, and the place was decently priced. Admittedly it was a little rundown, but Judy didn’t mind that. She’d gotten used to the more rustic feel of Honfleur after a while, and really after the hustle and bustle of Atlanta this was an improvement. At least here she had a chance of knowing her neighbors.

She got an ice cube between her teeth, relished the crunch of it when she chewed it up. At least she could pretend to be following her diet, right?

GW was just finishing his plate of jambalaya, having come over to the Hound to get some dinner before heading into the city and the gig he had that night with the band.

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Just before lunch was usually a not-so-busy time at Best Kept Secrets, and today was no exception as Judy dusted one of the shelves off with a soft cloth before climbing off the step-stool. It was always amazing to her how much of the stuff accumulated in just a day, and with her being so short she had to keep the stool handy to keep things tidy. Still, it was a labor of love.

The blonde checked her watch, looked toward the door and decided that no one else would be coming in, so she could go ahead and eat. Lunch was from home today, leftover spaghetti and meatballs with a small salad on the side. Technically pasta was off limits because of her diet, but there was no harm in indulging, was there? Not when it was leftovers in her opinion.

There was a microwave in the office, and Judy set it for a minute and a half while she opened a bottle of water. She would eat and then get back to work. Even if it was only doing more dusting.

Daphne was enjoying Honfleur, even if it was a bit sleepy compared to Portland. It was a lot less rainy, however, and she appreciated that. When the weather called for shorts and t-shirts, the brunette didn't have to worry about packing an umbrella. The errands and chores her great-aunt delegated to her weren't that hard; she saved the heavy labor for workmen, which Daphne also appreciated, because she had an innate fear of ladders.

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