Jul 30, 2008 20:23
It had taken way too long for this arrangement to pan out. Lisa, being the best girlfriend ever for agreeing to do it, had had to get to the island, rent a car, and then drive down to the Xavier Institute to actually deliver the one thing that Sal had wanted to bring with her into the States.
Othello was coming - and for that, Sal couldn't be happier. One could only go so long without their hobbies, and as recreational drinking had sort of been nixed, all she was left with was her music. It was just in time, really: her roommate was driving her bananas, her birthday was in a few days and she seemed to be having difficulties connecting with people her own age (was it the accent?), and, above all else, she was homesick.
But a certain bright blue guitar was going to change all of that.
And this was why Sal was craned on tiptoes in front of one of the large front windows of the mansion, straining to see through the gate. Lisa wasn't going to stay very long - this was a drop-it-off-and-leave sort of visit - but that didn't matter.
As soon as Othello was here she was going to tune her up and hold a kitchen party.
Now if only the damn thing would get here...