Turtle was sitting on her bed, legs folded in front of her, which was very common for her, but there was a distinct lack of the usual scattering of reports and charts and graphs and files. Instead, there was just a newspaper folded to recent sports scores, and she had a telephone in her hand and she was talking into it, bright and animated. Of ( Read more... )

Wearing green had been no problem at all for Turtle and Lucky Charms were practically one of her favorite cereals ever, so she definitely generally liked Saint Patrick's Day. But she wasn't really feeling very up to going out or celebrating or anything. Maybe if she actually was Irish ( Read more... )