Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start Who: Savannah, Open to Any and All Where: Spa When: late afternoon/early evening
There was nothing quite like being pampered which made a girl feel more like herself. Nothing could be done with her sprained ankle, which stubbornly insisted on remaining swollen and colorful. The rest of the cuts decorating her body seemed to be healing well -- as well as a day and a half would allow, anyway.
Of course, had she stayed off her ankle as directed, it would probably be closer to being healed by now. There were crutches she was supposed to use, but she had given them up almost immediately. She couldn't quite get the hang of the crutches, and the rhythm of movement escaped her entirely. Of course, hobbling on a sore and swollen ankle could hardly be called exercising either, and Savannah had quickly grown frustrated with the treadmill altogether.
The alternative to the ankle seemed to be a trip to the spa. It was a comforting place to be, so familiar and resounding of home and her friends. Idle chatter with the workers helped keep thoughts of her sister and brother at bay, although the occasional thought did creep in. Such thoughts were pushed away immediately, but not without difficulty.
Presently, she was leaning back in the comfortable lounge chair, hair freshly washed and bound in a towel above her head, green paste smeared comfortably over her skin, and large cucumbers placed neatly over her eyes. Her slim body was bound only by an oversized pink bathrobe, while matching slippers adorned her freshly pedicured feet.
Ah, now this was luxury... What in life was better than being pampered and waited on?