Who: Weetzie Bat and Belle Where: Weetzie's office When: Thursday morning, 11 AM What: A session
Weetzie had hauled in a basket that morning full of homemade muffins; she'd done orange-cranberry ones and blueberry-banana ones and strawberry-lemon ones, all in their little color-coded paper cups piled into the basket and covered with a clean towel to keep some of the warmth in. She'd made them late last night during a cram session where she was desperately trying to finish a case summary on Belle's diagnosis, eating leftover blueberries out of a small bowl and writing as quickly as her fingers would type. She thought maybe she had a comprehensive plan for the girl, hoped so anyway, and was planning to run it by Belle today in session.
At ten-forty-five she was sitting behind her desk, the door to the office left ajar in silent welcome, playing solitaire on her laptop and waiting for Belle to arrive.