Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-03-07 23:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | laura, smith |
Sunday evening, Laura's apartment
Everything was chopped, the water was almost boiling for the pasta... just the damn shrimps needed peeling. Emily was a startlingly nice woman and a superb cook, but goddammit why had Laura listened to her every professional advice? She could have bought ready peeled shrimps, but instead here she was fumbling with the damn things.
"I mean, you should have seen her. She was in the front row in her tiny little top being all wannabe teachers pet, but in truth even Fran was frustrated by her," Laura kept ranting about the new girl on tai chi class while she was cooking for Smith.