Ellen Harvelle (roadhousehbic) wrote in elysianfieldsrp, @ 2010-07-08 21:34:00 |
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While all Ellen wanted to do was spend every spare moment with her husband, there were some things that had to be taken care of. He needed clothing, aside from what he was wearing, for one. They needed food beyond the bare necessities, for another. So she'd spent a few hours out and about, taking care of such things. Granted she'd stayed on the PDA with him most of the time, exchanging messages and trying to assure him that he would figure the thing out before too long. Yet by the time she'd gotten back home again, half of her expected to find the device in pieces. The other half honestly wouldn't complain too much if it was, either, as it'd given them a chance to talk without interruption.
And boy, did they have a lot to talk about.
The biggest thing, really, was Jo. Ellen was worried for their daughter. What had happened with Meg had left a lasting impression on her and, although Ellen could certainly understand the sentiments that went along with what Jo had done, she couldn't for the life of her figure out when it had become okay in Jo's book to do such a thing. She also couldn't figure out how to help her. If she even could.
Really, that was the hardest pill for Ellen to swallow. She'd always been able to help her daughter. There hadn't been many times there wasn't something she could do to fix whatever mess the girl wound up in. Yet here, in this instance, she was effectively helpless. However she now had Bill and was hoping maybe he could do something to get through to the girl. Or at the very least, she had someone else who could voice their frustration at not being able to make it all better. Either way, it was a conversation they needed to have. However first, she needed to see just what her husband had been up to in her absence. So no sooner had she stepped inside and put down the bags she'd been carrying, was she calling out for him.
"Bill, honey, I'm back." She paused, tilting her head a bit and thinking for a second. "You taken that thing apart yet?" she called out almost as an afterthought, with a touch of a smile as she began unloading the bags of food she'd gotten.