mm_clare (mm_clare) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-06-19 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | manny3, ota, sasha |
Friday late afternoon; the laundry room; Sasha, Manny3, OTA/MW
The Temmincks had a laundry service, but Sasha still couldn't quite get her head around sending out things like socks and boxers and scuzzy t-shirts - that sort of thing, she did herself. It was usually quiet (well, as quiet as it could be, with the machines running) down in the laundry room, and warm and cosy. Which was nicer in the winter, admittedly, than in the middle of summer, but it was still a good place to relax.
Today though, Manny was with her - he was off on a business trip later that afternoon, and was being very sweet and attentive in the meantime. Se was crouching in front of the dryer, pulling things out and handing them to him to fold. She still had to stifle an urge to giggle at the important business man taking such care in pairing socks.
There was a muffled noise of confusion from with in the drum of the dryer, and she pulled out holding something.
"What on earth...?" She asked, holding up a ragged, age-worn garment that had once been a corset of some kind, but now was little more than a collection of whale-bone strips, held together with frayed fabric.