Week 33, 4/14/2004, Wednesday, Vincent's Room
Her face pale, Freida knocks on Vincent's door. Her normal attire has been exchanged for something darker and more formal. Instead of jeans and brightly colored t-shirt, she wears a dress so deep a blue it is nearly black, its hem so low it falls almost to the ankles. Only her hair, as riotous and tussled as always, gives away that this is the same Boggan--that and the small box she holds under one arm. Freida rarely shows up at anyone's door empty-handed. It simply isn't done. And, from her expression, it looks like she wishes this wasn't being done either.