Room 411, Monday
Hanna had skipped class, in order to listen to her record album more. She was trying to plan her life carefully around listening to it; she had shored up on bottles of water, and now she had a big box that held the album and the record player.
Except now she was trying to climb into the box with the record player, and really, it was just not big enough for that. She was going to have to get a bigger box. Right after the next re-listen.
(Maybe if she curled up tiny enough, she could balance the record player on her knees, and drop down the lid enough that there was just enough air and the power cord could go into it...)
[Door and post open! And Hanna is on listen #100 of her Mom's album.]
Except now she was trying to climb into the box with the record player, and really, it was just not big enough for that. She was going to have to get a bigger box. Right after the next re-listen.
(Maybe if she curled up tiny enough, she could balance the record player on her knees, and drop down the lid enough that there was just enough air and the power cord could go into it...)
[Door and post open! And Hanna is on listen #100 of her Mom's album.]