Carriage House Room 10, Sunday evening
Susan Ivanova (daughter of Andrei and Sophie Ivanov), right hand of justice, sorry-ass-kicking boot, last living thing you are ever going to see, sent by God, etc., was not the kind of person to hide from a fight. This, however, didn't count as a fight and she had decided some time around Tuesday that if she wasn't actually under the bed it also didn't count as hiding.
The mantra 'what would Sandburg do' didn't help much. All she got was the image of terribly disappointed eyes and a slowly shaking curly head.
Soon she would have to drag herself out of bed and down to the station. Soon. Eventually.
[[I am back from vacation, sunburnt and tired! Post is open though door is closed!]]
The mantra 'what would Sandburg do' didn't help much. All she got was the image of terribly disappointed eyes and a slowly shaking curly head.
Soon she would have to drag herself out of bed and down to the station. Soon. Eventually.
[[I am back from vacation, sunburnt and tired! Post is open though door is closed!]]