Re: Out and About: Tess/Clem
Clem was raised in a world where you smiled pretty at folks you didn't like, and folks that didn't like you, well, they did the same. It was a real fake place, with smiles on Sundays and badmouthing behind everyone's backs. She liked it, that intrigue that was so rife in rich southern communities. There was something skilled to it. It was like playing chess some, and it was also good if you were too damn lazy for a real war. Talking dirt about someone with a mint julep in your hand at a garden party was a whole lot more fun than throwing a punch.
But that meant she had some trouble settling in with the Alexanders, who didn't like her none, but who didn't fight like she was accustomed. "They got a row of shops. There's a pharmacy on the corner that's probably got all we need." And a consignment shop that had some things new, but she didn't go saying that just yet.
"You get on the main strip, and you exit two down. It's a few blocks toward the sun shining."