InsaneJournal

[backdated to Tuesday] [Ali]
Bruised ribs, as it turned out, totally sucked. But the total suck was almost totally mitigated by the fuzzy-and-great drugs and the unending parade of packages. Lois didn't consider herself a particularly charming or compelling individual, although she was confident in her ability to become so onstage, so it surprised her that she received almost daily packages in the mail. More than a few came from people who worked on the cruise-ships with her mom and it only occurred to her a few days into it that they might be trying to woo her mother back via their show of support. But that didn't make the books any less readable or the sweets less edible or the flowers less cheerful, so Lois shrugged it off.

In deference to Ali's planned visit, Lois had made an effort to straighten up. She picked up laundry with her feet, dumped her various bags of candy into the usual spot, and threw out the stalest flowers. She made a cursory effort at making her bed, a habit she'd never really picked up. And then her energy flagged and she ended up on the bed, devouring her second mystery novel of the week.