dream about going up there Who: Charlene and Roxy Where: Roxy's home When: Late afternoon Note:'This dialogue' is written words.
The fact that Charlene had done her best to swim to the ocean was being ignored in favor of the fact that she had only made it to Lake Huron and stopped there. At first she had not known why it was that she stopped, but bit by bit it had come back to her and now she was all the way back. Why should she not be? This was Scarlet Oak. She had a boat and a shed full of wonderful treasures here; acquired legally and not-so-legally, as though she cared a whit for the laws of landwalkers. How else was she supposed to get dressed and walk off in the rain? Without the rain coat and leggings she would have turned back into a mermaid and flopped around before she got halfway there. And she needed to get there, to see Roxy. Checking on her boat and shed had come first because they were easier to get to, but really Roxy was more important. She was even prepared to give her all of the rocks she had picked up between Lake Huron and here if it meant that the were-penguin was not mad at her.
Charlene found her way easily enough to Roxy's house, avoiding all of the puddles. Just because she was swathed in waterproof clothing did not mean that she needed to tempt fate by splashing around, no matter how much she wanted to. She waved her hand at a driver who honked at her when she crossed the street, pleased that they were being so polite. That they were motioning angrily at her from behind the wheel made no difference because she was in a good mood: she was going to see Roxy!
The mermaid hopped up to the front door and pressed the little button. Then she stepped back and waited. Lucky for her, the doorway was one of those covered ones so it was dry and well, Roxy's mother seemed very particular. It probably would not be a good return if it started off with Linda Diaz ranting at her because she tracked water all through the house. Shrugging, the mermaid started tugging her boots off, and by the time that the door opened she had her boots and leggings neatly stacked beside the door and was working on the buttons of her jacket. She raised her hand to wave at the surprised looking man on the other side. Not Roxy. Charlene reached for her bag, shifting through her Sharpies until she found a green one. 'I'm here to see Roxy?'
"Right..." he sounded faint and his face was almost the same red as those strange fruit-vegetables she had played with in the supermarket. "Roxy! Visitor for you!" He turned back. "Uhhh... do you want to come in?" Charlene smiled and nodded her head, stepping in and glancing around in hopes of spotting Roxy. She was still working on getting the last button undone when she finally spotted the familiar head of pink hair. Sometimes I hate being a mute. She just had to settle for waving enthusiastically.