Who: Lettie and Open When: Tuesday evening Where: The Texas Motel What: Venting with a sledge hammer Rating: Probably language but Lettie only swears in foreign languages Status: In progress
Lettie had little things that kept her going in the wake of all the loss the pack had faced over the past months. One she loved beyond measure was her friend the sledge hammer. The renovations of the motel were well on their way and Lettie was one of the driving forces. She was on the far end of the motel tearing down a wall to open up a few rooms into a larger space for one of the larger families in the pack.
Everyone dealt with their grief differently and Lettie as far as anyone in the pack could tell hadn't shed a tear for her murdered father or her fallen friends in the pack she had known for well beyond 150 years. She had pulled away from a majority of the pack and had devoted herself almost from time of waking to passing out at night to renovating the motel. Anyone that asked her how she was faring got the same answer, a pinched smile as she spoke through her teeth on how she was fine.
Dressed in a pair of jeans with blown out knees, a faded navy colored wife beater, and a pair of work gloves Lettie looked the picture of a construction worker, sans shoes. She had her ipod hooked up to a set of external speakers that were presently blaring a shuffled mixture of oldies (Fleetwood Mac, Grateful Dead, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Hank both Sr. and Jr., Merle, Paul Revere and the Raiders). The heavy sledge hammer was hefted back before she planted it into the wall in front of her. She kept telling herself to keep going. That burying herself waist deep in helping the pack would ease her mind and her heart, that it would drive the anger and pain out of her.
Lettie stood there just staring at the hole she had just made in the wall and took a deep breath. She could do this. The song change and she began to sing along rather loudly as she pulled the sledge out of the wall.