Girls' Day Out
((Note: continues the next day from here))
Fiona digs her keys out of her little hip bag as she walks down to Sheila's apartment to collect her for their appointment with the forger. Jane is discreet, professional, Fi thinks; she won't ask questions about Sheila's past or why she needs the papers, just as she didn't with Fiona's own replacement IDs. And it's always nice to find professionals in a new place. She's slowly building her contacts back up.
She stops in front of 1300 and knocks, remembering the last time she'd stood at this door, angry and tired and confused and determined to erase it all for a few hours. It'd worked, too. Smiling to herself as she waits, she shakes her head and wonders if Sheila ever finished her painting project.
Fiona digs her keys out of her little hip bag as she walks down to Sheila's apartment to collect her for their appointment with the forger. Jane is discreet, professional, Fi thinks; she won't ask questions about Sheila's past or why she needs the papers, just as she didn't with Fiona's own replacement IDs. And it's always nice to find professionals in a new place. She's slowly building her contacts back up.
She stops in front of 1300 and knocks, remembering the last time she'd stood at this door, angry and tired and confused and determined to erase it all for a few hours. It'd worked, too. Smiling to herself as she waits, she shakes her head and wonders if Sheila ever finished her painting project.