The cold she'd had over the weekend and a dopey mun had made her forget; the end of a conversation she'd had earlier had made her remember; today was Charlotte's birthday. Thirty-seven. A bit of a staggering number, really, just three more steps closer to that daunting, looming 4-0. Well, thirty seven if you didn't factor in the weird time ( Read more... )

Charlotte was reclined comfortably on her couch, but it was clear that she was still in a great amount of distress. "Thank you guys so much for doing this," she frowned into her phone. "I'm at my wit's end, really, probably about two seconds from actually coming out there ( Read more... )

It was quite early when Dale woke up and slipped out of bed, doing his best not to wake Charlotte. A few minutes later Dale was partially dressed and in the kitchen making coffee as he made his usual morning notations to Diane ( Read more... )

The date last night had gone wonderfully, beautifully, amazingly, perhaps even perfectly, to the point where, upon waking, Charlotte knew that she could just shift slightly and there'd be someone else there to cuddle into, just as she'd planned.

But she woke up feeling different. Very different, and that was odd, but it wasn't until Charlotte ( Read more... )

In her gleaming kitchen, frowning thoughtfully at some of the food, some of the place settings, some of this and some of that, Charlotte was a frazzled set of nerves in a black dress, but that wasn't exactly anything new. She eyed the over nervously; thankfully, for a while now, since she'd put the lamb in, it was releasing nothing but the ( Read more... )

Across the floor of the living room of her apartment there paced a very anxious and distressed Charlotte York. Not even having accomplished her day's goal of getting all the pieces of the last exhibit shipped out seemed to have satiated the nagging turmoil that seemed inside of her that evening. She told herself that she wouldn't do it, because ( Read more... )

Miraculously, somehow, even with the nervousness of the opening of the gallery on the horizon, Charlotte seemed to have gotten comfortable enough in her apartment above the business to feel enough at home to take a deep breath. Unfortunately, she was not quite feeling enough at home to not glance around the nice, chic studio apartment without ( Read more... )