The weird thing about grief was how you could be almost fine for days or weeks or months, almost like it wasn't there at all, and then the sorrow slammed into you and left you breathless ( Read more... )

There was absolutely, positively, no reason to be nervous.

Just because the envelopes on Tara's desk held letters from the colleges she'd applied to, and therefore might determine her entire future -- no, no reason to be nervous.

She sighed and pulled out her phone to send a text. It was silly to want an audience for this, but she was almost as ( Read more... )

Lenore didn't mean to wake up Saturday morning. It had been quite some time since she had any real interest in getting up and about anytime before sunset. No, her plans for the day were more mundane. She would rest until it got dark, then go find a nice cow or pig that wouldn't be missed if she felt hungry ( Read more... )

Hearing from Kennedy again had been weirdly energizing for Tara. It was nice to know that something awful you'd resigned yourself to ... hadn't actually happened ( Read more... )

Four days back in Fandom, and Tara had finally gathered her courage to call her father and explain where she was and, by the way, could he see about arranging transport for Mr. Moxy from one coast to the other?

It was one of the more excruciating conversations Tara had ever had, filled with Mr. Maclay's indignation about daughters who swanned off ( Read more... )

After her amazing time at the dance the night before, Tara wanted nothing more than to sleep in, possibly for a decade or so ( Read more... )

Tara couldn't remember when or how, but she must have fallen asleep at some point after she got back to the dorms. She woke up in a sticky ball on top of her covers, still dressed in the clothes she'd yanked on Thursday night ( Read more... )

Tara never thought she'd regret putting all of her classes in the second half of the week, but today, she did. She would have welcomed an hour or so of something normal to get her back to thinking about something other than alternate dimensions and rips in the fabric of reality ( Read more... )

Tara was thoughtful when she got back to her dorm room after Lieutenant Kerrigan's class. What did she want to do? What could she ask of life ( Read more... )

Curtains drawn so she wouldn't have to look at the grey, foggy landscape outside, Tara sat cross-legged on her floor, bedroom door cracked open and R.E.M. softly playing on her stereo. She occasionally munched a cookie from the batch she'd made last night as she read ( Read more... )