Morningstar Manor

This evening, Chad was sitting in the Mocha, paperwork spread out over a table. He had a good vantage point to keep a watch on Logan and Lily, playing about in the garden, as he tried to figure this mess out. Maybe he needed to talk to a lawyer or somebody that could help out because the forms the insurance company had sent made no sense to him.

Jane was restless, Avery had been his usual unbelievably rude self this morning, and then she'd had a snippy lady in one apartment determined to inspect everything with white gloves, and oh boy hadn't she been peeved when she hadn't found a mark. But Jane was out of sorts, agitated, and feeling quite, well, not herself. So she found herself in the gym, with some restless angry energy to work off, and not knowing entirely what to do with it. She poked idly at some buttons on one of the treadmills, and managed to get it to operate at a steady walking pace. Maybe she could walk off her unhappy feelings? It was sort of working, in that she was humming along to the music track on the music video channel she'd found when she realised someone else had come in to the gym. Of course, she immediately stopped humming, blushed bright scarlet and concentrated her gaze on her feet, which meant she staggered slightly on the treadmill. Ooops.

Hi Ashley. Charlie here. If you're in this afternoon I could drop off your picture on the way home. If I haven't heard from you by three I'll - um - hang on til I hear when it's convenient.

Thanks - see you soon.

the package wasn't particularly heavy but it was both bulky and delicate so Charlie was puffing when he got to the right door.

He knocked, leaning the wrapped pictures against his leg, and unwound his very long stripey scarf from round his neck.