#201 Storefront Apts. - Tuesday early evening
Meg was kind of pissed. Gun safety classes consisted of Deputy Cortez and herself. And the officer apparently decided self-defense lessons went hand in hand with the course. Looking in the mirror, she leaned forward and studied her busted lip. It was split pretty good but no damn way was she taking herself to the clinic. That woman was either freaking crazy or too bored for her own good. She dabbed at her lip with a cool cloth before tossing it to the floor.
Heading to the kitchen, Meg needed to start on her lasagna, and she did this while thinking of a good reason to tell Sam why she had a busted lip.
She kind of figured the truth would work best.
[[ Can be open, sure, for anyone passing by. The door's ajar. ]]
Heading to the kitchen, Meg needed to start on her lasagna, and she did this while thinking of a good reason to tell Sam why she had a busted lip.
She kind of figured the truth would work best.
[[ Can be open, sure, for anyone passing by. The door's ajar. ]]