Like usual, Cara had avoided the picnic. Instead she went running in the preserve until she was almost too tired to lift her feet enough to climb the stairs back up to her room ( Read more... )

Despite how long she'd been pacing Cara hadn't quite yet managed to wear a hole in her floor, but that was largely due to the fact the carpet was very durable ( Read more... )

Instead of her usual post-radio bed-flop (talking that much was draining, all right?), Cara was pacing, fingers drumming restlessly against her thighs.

She mightn't have worn a hole in the carpet yet, but given the tension in her shoulders it was only a matter of time.

[Expecting one.]

Cara had decided to give the picnic a miss. She didn't like crowds and mingling at the best of times, and given she didn't have anyone coming to visit her, going to this particular one was a slap in the face she could avoid

Besides she had much, much better things to be doing with her time. One of which was in the room with her.

[For ze boy and ( Read more... )