Hoboken.
*sighs and crawls out of bed, heading towards the window*
No use trying to sleep now, not when the sun's up soon.
*draws the curtains back, and sits on the windowsill, wrapping her hands around her knees*
Mrs Ernest Macmillan. Mrs Hannah Macmillan. Hannah Macmillan. Hannah Cécile Macmillan. No matter how I say it, it sounds odd.
*bites her lip*
And what about tomorrow -- I don't think I can get down that aisle alone. I suppose I should've asked someone, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it...it would be disgraceful and I'd feel like I was airing the family's business in public. Not that it matters anymore, I suppose.
*rests her head on her knees*
I hope Ernie's not too sloshed when he comes home.
*stands up and stretches, then eyes the bed with dislike*
One more try, I suppose.
No use trying to sleep now, not when the sun's up soon.
*draws the curtains back, and sits on the windowsill, wrapping her hands around her knees*
Mrs Ernest Macmillan. Mrs Hannah Macmillan. Hannah Macmillan. Hannah Cécile Macmillan. No matter how I say it, it sounds odd.
*bites her lip*
And what about tomorrow -- I don't think I can get down that aisle alone. I suppose I should've asked someone, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it...it would be disgraceful and I'd feel like I was airing the family's business in public. Not that it matters anymore, I suppose.
*rests her head on her knees*
I hope Ernie's not too sloshed when he comes home.
*stands up and stretches, then eyes the bed with dislike*
One more try, I suppose.