Adelaide can honestly say that she has never been bored in her life. She simply isn't wired for it.
She fills her days simply, keeping their living space tidy and comfortable, playing with Charlie, cooking, visiting with Nina or Archer or Donna, reading and reading and reading, tending her window boxes. She recently got herself a sewing machine, and she's halfway through making some curtains and throw pillows for the wife of one of the APD's finest, a 63-year old darling who should have retired but wouldn't know what to do with himself if he did. Adelaide is always in contact with Rodeo and often with Sarge, and they are plenty to keep her from loneliness. She's got a busy mind and no real restlessness to speak of except where it concerns getting back to the Dog Park, and home has always been just fine with her. Like Beth in Little Women, but with Scarlett O'Hara's tenderness, Adelaide has sometimes thought, amusing herself. Maybe she learned to be steady because no one else around her was, or maybe that's just the way she was built.
Today has been more of that same, though there is that undertone, that creeping sensation at the back of Adelaide's neck that something is off. The talk that she and TR had with the file folder between them was significant, had pointed toward a change - and then? Radio silence. TR has been distracted and quiet on the few occasions she has seen him since, and Adelaide knows that that means something. Men like Thomas Robert Lansing don't make grand gestures such as he did that evening and then not follow up on them; men like Thomas Robert Lansing are impeccable follow-uppers.
That's what Adelaide is thinking about as she runs the water, as she strips down and removes the phone that Rodeo gave her from where she keeps it, tucked in her bra where she can be sure of it at all times. Now she tucks it into her makeup bag on the shelf beneath the sink, within her reach in the tub without the risk of it falling in. Sometimes she tends toward long hot showers instead of baths, but she does her best thinking under bubble bath, and she adds a generous amount to the water as it fills. It's funny, the little luxury items that nobody really loots at the end of the world, and bubble bath is one of them. It's a damn lot easier to get a hold of than canned potatoes, that's for sure.
Adelaide sighs as she sinks down into the near-too-warm water, her bright hair piled up on top of her head. There is a bag packed and stashed away in the back of the truck that she uses, filled with clothes for her and Charlie both, sturdy shoes, cans of formula, and definitely no bubble bath. If she needs to run from here, she knows where she'll be going - and it's nowhere that a long soak like this is possible.