Arms Hotel, Room 618, Monday Afternoon
Alice sat cross-legged on the floor, shuffling cards together and dealing out another hand of Patience. Alice wasn't very good at Patience; she got bored and cheated. One could turn that into whatever metaphor one liked.
It was nearing the end of June, and her stomach had a slight curve to it. Lucky that Alice knew how to sew; she could let out seams and adjust her clothes with bobby pins. Like hell she was going to purchase new clothes, especially not childish pastel ones with slogans. This whole situation was absurd.
Talking with Kate and Jono had helped; texting Leto had been a considerable mistake. And now she had no phone. Alice wondered if it was worthwhile to purchase a new one. He could simply find her new number, couldn't he?
Perhaps she could play Patience until it all went away. She shuffled and dealt the hand out again.
(for the aunt-to-be, please)
It was nearing the end of June, and her stomach had a slight curve to it. Lucky that Alice knew how to sew; she could let out seams and adjust her clothes with bobby pins. Like hell she was going to purchase new clothes, especially not childish pastel ones with slogans. This whole situation was absurd.
Talking with Kate and Jono had helped; texting Leto had been a considerable mistake. And now she had no phone. Alice wondered if it was worthwhile to purchase a new one. He could simply find her new number, couldn't he?
Perhaps she could play Patience until it all went away. She shuffled and dealt the hand out again.
(for the aunt-to-be, please)