Third Floor Common Room [Monday evening]
Celia was not sad that the little girl had left. Not at all. She was relieved -- she'd been exhausted by Margaret's exuberance, and mystified by who her father could be, and all Celia could talk about for the last two days was how much she was looking forward to sleeping the rest of the week.
But now that she was gone, and she'd touched her hair and asked Celia to come with her, and Celia could still remember the feel of her daughter in her arms...well. It was a little different, and she found herself wishing she could take back some of her complaining.
That was why she was sitting on the common room couch with a bowl of strawberry ice cream -- she'd picked a gallon up on her way back to the dorms, after saying goodbye. There had been other flavors, but the selection was overwhelming. She was vaguely watching the television, too, but she couldn't have said what was on.
She wasn't sad. She was just -- regretful, she supposed.
[open cr is open, come be sad or not-sad that your kids are gone. also: ice cream.]
But now that she was gone, and she'd touched her hair and asked Celia to come with her, and Celia could still remember the feel of her daughter in her arms...well. It was a little different, and she found herself wishing she could take back some of her complaining.
That was why she was sitting on the common room couch with a bowl of strawberry ice cream -- she'd picked a gallon up on her way back to the dorms, after saying goodbye. There had been other flavors, but the selection was overwhelming. She was vaguely watching the television, too, but she couldn't have said what was on.
She wasn't sad. She was just -- regretful, she supposed.
[open cr is open, come be sad or not-sad that your kids are gone. also: ice cream.]