dahlia palmer (blindingly) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-06-24 21:32:00 |
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Dahlia and Jenny were wiped; they spent the afternoon walking up and down St. Barthelemy, and when they grew tired of that, they spent the rest of the time lounging on the beach and playing in the water. By the time they made it back to the room, Dahlia's feet ached and her shoulders stung from the light sunburn. Though she would have been perfectly content to lie down and take a long, luxurious nap, she knew that Lucy would need walking, since they had opted to leave her in the room while they got off at port. The cruise line had been extremely accommodating for Dahlia and Lucy, going so far as to fill a kiddie pool with sand and sod for her to relieve herself on the balcony. Thus far, someone came by every day to pick up after her, and even though Dahlia insisted they could do it themselves, the staff would have none of it.
Still, Lucy needed more than a bathroom. She was a calm, happy dog, but even the calmest of dogs needed to be walked, and as tired as Dahlia was, she didn't want to rest until Lucy had her walk. And, as expected, the labrador was more than ready when Dahlia snapped on the lead and slid on her shoes. "You go ahead and nap, babe," she told Jenny, throwing her purse over her shoulder. "I'll just be gone for a little while, and when I get back, we can watch a movie or something." She and Jenny had already showed Lucy how to get back to the room, so there was no worry of getting lost. Besides, if she did happen to get turned around so much that not even Lucy's keen sense of direction could help, there would be someone close by who could help.
So, after kissing Jenny on the cheek and assuring her (multiple times) that she would be fine with Lucy, Dahlia left the room and began to make her way down the long, straight hall.