Prologue: Waking up to a new day
Action, 1490 Kramden Road, earlyish:
[ Ilsa snuggles in her sleep. Sleeping late after a great party counted as two luxuries she’d done without for years, and the capper was the party was to celebrate getting her medical degree. ]
[ No hangover, she’d been content to play Stump The DJ and mix drinks for everyone else at the bash. Of course, it ( Read more... )
[ Ilsa snuggles in her sleep. Sleeping late after a great party counted as two luxuries she’d done without for years, and the capper was the party was to celebrate getting her medical degree. ]
[ No hangover, she’d been content to play Stump The DJ and mix drinks for everyone else at the bash. Of course, it ( Read more... )
Unlike some of my more adventuresome associates, I'm not sufficiently reckless as to risk driving that beautiful darling when both unfamiliar with her design, and while head-blind. But...
Oh, if you could teach me to drive, it would be wonderful!
[You can tell he's already victim of the classic 50s tendency to worship at the altar of The Beautiful Car. He's a convert and he's never even been in one, beyond opening the door of his own vehicle and drinking in The Smell of Machined Perfection....]
The... person... who's supposed to be my wife appears to know how to drive to some degree, but I'm not sure she's a suitable teacher. There seems to be some element missing from her underlying cognitive circuits or functioning commandments. I am going to let her drive me to my, er, "job," tomorrow morning, but even that feels dangerous.
In the meantime, expect me in approximately an hour? I want to make sure I've got all the information I want copied, and then I have to walk. I'll arrive soon, though. I've talked with people who have been here longer than I have, but I hate to presume on their good will. It will be nice to meet someone as new here as myself: we may be similarly ignorant, but we'll at least be peers.
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[ Should be enough time to investigate the vehicle in the garage... ]
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