Rilla's parents (and Susan) had taken Jims and a load of her belongings back with them yesterday, leaving Rilla with a trunk and far too many dresses to put into it ( Read more... )

It was Rilla's very last prom and so her dress, while white (everything she wore was white after Walter's death), was also all the way to the floor and she was allowed to do her hair up. She was paging through the latest (if you were from 1916) magazine for inspiration, and her door was open if anyone else was looking for some girl talk and someone ( Read more... )

Rilla was up around 10 this morning, letting the morning sun stream into her room as she sang softly to herself and packed up for the trip to Bali. She loved having a room all to herself: it meant that her hats could be placed on the extra bed instead of in a closet like her mother would have insisted upon ( Read more... )

Rilla was in her room working on letters to Ken and Walter (she had no idea when it had stopped being "Walter and Ken" in her head, but this felt right too) when her 'phone rang ( Read more... )

Jims was still in the "chewing on everything" phase, which is why it wasn't hugely unusual for Rilla to scold him about putting a sock in his mouth, but it was the first time he'd ever smelled of peppermint when she'd taken it away ( Read more... )

Rilla had noticed that people had been black and white last week, of course, but mostly she'd been excited about people behaving politely. And, according to the radio, now they were back to normal.

She was humming along to the '50s tunes currently playing on her radio (strangely, it would only play those songs) and working with Jims on his ( Read more... )

The sunlight was starting to stream through the windows and Rilla turned over on her bed, grateful that Jims had slept in a bit today.

That was when she saw the mouse on her pillow and let out a shriek.

"Shhh," the mouse said, looking a little annoyed. "You'll wake the baby up. Neither of us wants thatRilla bolted upright in bed. "You can talk ( Read more... )

Rilla had made the mistake over going outside this morning for her usual walk with Jims in his stroller. In addition to being ridiculously hot, even at 9 o'clock in the morning, there were frying eggs all over everything. That couldn't be sanitary ( Read more... )

Rilla had a routine that she seldom deviated from: give Jims his evening bottle around six-thirty, give him a bath and settle him in for the night, then read the newspaper, mail from home and knit a portion of a sock before seeing if anything interesting was happening in a common room ( Read more... )

Rilla was spending her time while Jims was sleeping very productively: she was reading a romance novel ( Read more... )