summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
Mel's been back in the mansion for months, now, and she still avoids the rooms where she was happiest during her first stay here. But the mansion has a way of leading her back to them time and again, and today she finds herself at the door of the lakeside room.
Man up and face it, Keehl, she tells herself. It's not enough of a pep talk to make her hand, resting on the doorknob, turn it, but Mel's too stubborn to admit defeat and walk away. She'd only end up back here, anyway.
After a while, she opens the door a crack, and the scents of green, living things, of fresh water, of wood smoke, seem to flood the hall. Mel slams the door shut, and sits down with her back against it, her knees up. She'll try again in just a minute. Really.
Man up and face it, Keehl, she tells herself. It's not enough of a pep talk to make her hand, resting on the doorknob, turn it, but Mel's too stubborn to admit defeat and walk away. She'd only end up back here, anyway.
After a while, she opens the door a crack, and the scents of green, living things, of fresh water, of wood smoke, seem to flood the hall. Mel slams the door shut, and sits down with her back against it, her knees up. She'll try again in just a minute. Really.