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[Jul. 4th, 2010|11:33 pm] |
*arrives home from the shop to find herself with an unexpected (but hardly unwelcome) visitor*
*takes one dismayed look at her too-skinny, too-quiet nephew and packs him straight off to shower and bed, with promises of enough supper to stuff an elephant once he's had a good sleep*
*some hours later, sits at the table and watches Jackson Lee rearrange the food on his plate, eating little and saying even less* *has the dreadful feeling that something horrible's happened (Gondolin? your House? your friends? Doc?), but any attempts to sift answers from him are met with averted eyes and weary headshakes*
*sips her iced tea and folds her arms atop the table* *contemplatively, gazing out the back door* You're up just in time for the tomatoes, hon. I was thinking I'd check the vines again tomorrow. Bet there'll be at least a few ready out there. |
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