[In the morning, Fenimore may be found sitting on a bench in the plaza. No, she's not sleeping on it this time. She's just sitting, with a picnic basket by her feet. She had thought she'd gotten everything ready for a picnic in advance, but she only realized that she had forgotten something in the morning. They needed something to drink out of, and
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It took her a while to get out of the house but, after making sure Walter knew that lunch (sandwiches), snacks for Sophie (juice and fruit), and a cold supper (pasta salad) were in the ele-tric icebox, that he could contact her over the journals if there was any trouble, that he really should put her to bed by six thirty, and numerous other small, silly things that he didn't need to know, she's finally made it out. She feels a little guilty at the thought of leaving Sophie behind to spend a day with Fenimore -- but, at the same time, she knows she hasn't been able to spend as much time with her girlfriend as she would have liked lately.
So, as soon as Fenimore looks up and sees her, Shirley will wave cheerfully at her and hasten her steps to meet up with her.]
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[She had felt a bit of guilt herself over the near complete lack of guilt she had felt when she had first suggested stealing Shirley away from Sophie, but even that guilt evaporated when Shirley gets closer. She'd be more than willing to sacrifice a few weeks of her social life making it up to Sophie in exchange for this. And, as much as she had sufficient reason to do this for herself, it should be a good break for Shirley, too--something Shirley needed that she probably wouldn't give herself.] You look great.
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[Her cheeks pink. Even after so long, compliments from Fenimore still make her feel giddy.] Thank you... ... but, um -- [She pauses, blush deepening.] ... ... not as much as you do.
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You only say that because you're in a biased position.
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