Rory? Had had a somewhat busy day.
Between a
little sister with some kind of mystical pine martin,
hearing about and then seeing
Dean, and saying goodbye to
Veronica, her Sunday had been a little more emotional than she normally cared for.
Plus, her feet were still sore from the
dance marathon. That was why she was resting on her bed, lazily reading an old book of essays. Oh well. Even if she was in pain, they had
won. That's what was important.
[For a certain sekrit boyfriend.]