Home Is Where The Heart Is...
Newspapers do make for good reading after all! And three months' worth? Well, let's just say Yoko's been dedicating all her time to understanding the world at large. Especially things that hadn't happened before she got to the Nexus.
Which is why she's snuggled up on the couch, nose buried in the want-ads from a fairly recent New York Post. Nothing interesting right now: a mansion for sale way out in Savannah, rabbits for sale, and somebody named "Flo" looking for somebody named "Harriet". In short? Nothing of immediate interest.
Yoko's dressed pretty casually, even for her: a dark green tank top, blue jeans, and a pair of white cross-trainers. And for once, Raoul is nowhere in sight. She turns a page, just enjoying a quiet day at home.
"I wonder how Kevin's doing..."
Which is why she's snuggled up on the couch, nose buried in the want-ads from a fairly recent New York Post. Nothing interesting right now: a mansion for sale way out in Savannah, rabbits for sale, and somebody named "Flo" looking for somebody named "Harriet". In short? Nothing of immediate interest.
Yoko's dressed pretty casually, even for her: a dark green tank top, blue jeans, and a pair of white cross-trainers. And for once, Raoul is nowhere in sight. She turns a page, just enjoying a quiet day at home.
"I wonder how Kevin's doing..."