#42 Blueberry Hill: Thursday Morning [12-27-07]
Lana was up - of course she was up, she hadn't really slept since she'd been guilted into moving back in - so she thought she'd make her way downstairs for her millionth cup of tea. And always being mindful of her promise to try - or at least pretend - not to hide and mope, she threw together the ingredients for a coffee cake and popped it in the oven, then settled down at the kitchen table with a book - a sappy 'feel good' story that she hoped she could blame for any mopiness she couldn't quite hide.
She was still wearing the pendant Dean had given her, less because she had any great hopes of it protecting her - not that it could protect her from what was currently hurting her anyway - and more simply because it had been from him.
[Open to any of the residents or anyone else who might have reason to stop by.]
She was still wearing the pendant Dean had given her, less because she had any great hopes of it protecting her - not that it could protect her from what was currently hurting her anyway - and more simply because it had been from him.
[Open to any of the residents or anyone else who might have reason to stop by.]