It's a needed lunch. A needed get together. It's odd this connection they have - such similar lives; proof that soap operas can be real and that they never really end. They see each other on occasion, and when they do they talk like they've never been apart. Yet, the time seems to stretch into distances. It isn't just Jenny's depression, a ( Read more... )

Her heels clack in the hallway. She's dressed up slightly from her usual dust of Vegas - her jeans are new, her shirt form fitting and buttoned, and she's even used to the red wig that now covers the mess of what is left of her hair. She is herself again, even in image, and that includes the force of nature she carries with her when she's angry ( Read more... )