Natalie didn't feel at all ready for anything. But, Jim was coming over because she'd asked him to. It was time. She wouldn't ever be completely ready, so this was going to have to be good enough. She remembered pretty vividly what Sam had said, about not letting something like this drag on ( Read more... )

About a week and a half in, and Natalie was still sleeping a little poorly because of nightmares. But she was dealing with it. At this point she felt like if nothing else, it meant she got a lot of stuff done before most people were even awake. And it was slowly getting better, anyway. She'd gotten more uninterrupted sleep last night than the ( Read more... )

Natalie was pretty ready to chalk all of last weekend up as a temporary fit of insanity. She would've maybe even tried to repress it, if not for the the two piles of neatly folded clothes sitting on her desk, waiting to go back to their owners. Sure, she could have taken them to class with her, yesterday. But there was a certain kind of tackiness ( Read more... )