Luke's, Tuesday, May 6
Bay had barely left her room since Gert died, and she wasn't sure she felt like doing it today.
She went to work anyhow. The routine of it was comforting; the reminders of Gert, from her name on the schedule to a few things she'd left in the break room, were not. She was going to have to talk to Principal Winchester or Dean Skywalker about what had happened sooner or later, but the welcome picnic hadn't really seemed like the time.
She'd pay one of them a visit during her lunch break, she decided, and went back to rolling silverware into napkins. Keeping her hands busy helped.
She went to work anyhow. The routine of it was comforting; the reminders of Gert, from her name on the schedule to a few things she'd left in the break room, were not. She was going to have to talk to Principal Winchester or Dean Skywalker about what had happened sooner or later, but the welcome picnic hadn't really seemed like the time.
She'd pay one of them a visit during her lunch break, she decided, and went back to rolling silverware into napkins. Keeping her hands busy helped.