Betty wasn't doing anything important. No, really. A half-drank bottle of wine was sitting on her desk amid several books, unstacked papers, and a general mess that was matched only by the unpacked boxes everywhere in her office. No, she wasn't quite in the mood to be organized. Not yet. She had an entire bloody month for that. Right now, she wanted to get drunk off of good Cabernet and masturbate.
Refilling her wine glass with a satisfied little sigh, Betty decided to flip through her journal and glance around for potential students to recruit. It was a tough job she had, being an enabler. One that allowed her an entire month to do nothing, and then pretend that she knew absolutely everything about life once her students returned. See, this was what her brother was missing out on, by being a goody two shoes.
Death Eating was so much more fun.
Hearing a knock on her door, Betty didn't even pause in the middle of her binge drinking. Fuck that. She had a lot of time to make up for.