Jun 23, 2009 11:23
Marguerite spread out several notebooks on cushions and small tables in the main lounge. She wandered between them, reading a snippet here, making a note there. Eventually she stopped to survey the room, chewing on the end of the pen.
"Why am I so behind?" she lamented out loud. "This is long overdue."
Then she shrugged to turn back to her notes.
Feel free to interrupt her.
johnny rockfort,
marguerite blakeney,
sherehazade