Room 511, Sunday Evening
Francine loved her mother. Most of the time she was perfectly happy to love her mother from 1000 miles away, out of reach of the dating tips, the wardrobe critiques, and the sound of her parents fighting, except for holidays, letters, and the occasional phone call, but she did still love her mother. So, today being today, the evening found her sprawled on the bed and picking up the phone to dial long-distance to Texas.
At least yesterday had put her in a much better frame of mind for it.
[OOC: For a phone call, but open afterwards!]
At least yesterday had put her in a much better frame of mind for it.
[OOC: For a phone call, but open afterwards!]