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How it came to pass that Sally Harper was three steps from the clothing box in a blonde wig, drunk beyond all capability and singing a song entitled 'Susan, The Happy Trotting Elf' was not a long story. It wasn't even very interesting. It came from two annoying little factors bubbling and mixing together to combine the perfect storm of insecurity that had driven Sally to drink.
(Not that it ever took much to drive her there. A light wind rustling the trees could be her excuse)
The only reason she ever worked was to get her mind off her hair and the only reason she went out some days was to flirt with men and have Susan's presence reassure her about something. Like, for instance, that Sally's skin was still better than hers. And Jane, oh, Jane. How could she forget about that insane pot of woman, making Sally feel oh-so-much better about the fact that maybe, just maaaybe she was a bit borderline mad.
She was even to the point where she missed the boys. ...maybe not Jeff. She didn't think anyone ever got desperate enough to forcibly admit that she missed Jeff. She missed Steve's uselessness and Patrick's dumbheaded cock-driven plots. She missed the bar. She missed dinner parties. She missed her friends and she missed her salon and so she'd drank and drank and drank and had decided if she couldn't have Susan there, she would at least honour her with a song and a dance.
And this was how Sally Harper dug out a blonde wig from the clothing box, cleared her throat and began to sing.
"I'm Susan," she tipsily blustered. "The happy trotting elf. I trot and trot and bounce and bounce and smile a lot, cuz that's what couuuuuuunts!"
So take that, Susan.
(Not that it ever took much to drive her there. A light wind rustling the trees could be her excuse)
The only reason she ever worked was to get her mind off her hair and the only reason she went out some days was to flirt with men and have Susan's presence reassure her about something. Like, for instance, that Sally's skin was still better than hers. And Jane, oh, Jane. How could she forget about that insane pot of woman, making Sally feel oh-so-much better about the fact that maybe, just maaaybe she was a bit borderline mad.
She was even to the point where she missed the boys. ...maybe not Jeff. She didn't think anyone ever got desperate enough to forcibly admit that she missed Jeff. She missed Steve's uselessness and Patrick's dumbheaded cock-driven plots. She missed the bar. She missed dinner parties. She missed her friends and she missed her salon and so she'd drank and drank and drank and had decided if she couldn't have Susan there, she would at least honour her with a song and a dance.
And this was how Sally Harper dug out a blonde wig from the clothing box, cleared her throat and began to sing.
"I'm Susan," she tipsily blustered. "The happy trotting elf. I trot and trot and bounce and bounce and smile a lot, cuz that's what couuuuuuunts!"
So take that, Susan.