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[albuquerque_liz]

She has a late lesson with one of the pre-teens and all she's had is attitude. She does understand where it's coming from, but her own rope is frayed. She's better than she's been, but it doesn't take much to push her buttons and she has to stop herself from snapping at the poor girl. Together they brush down Bruiser and Liz offers to put the tack

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[on_jennys_terms]

Jen is upstairs resting when her phone chips to life. Except she isn't entirely sure where it is. She keeps leaving it places and then can't remember where she's left it. She gets up and starts moving in the general direction the sound came from. When it chips again a few seconds later with the same message, she's able to locate it. Apparently she'd left it on the bathroom counter of all places. Quickly, she texts back: I am.

[albuquerque_liz]

Liz is idly braiding Kelly's mane and talking to the horse when her phone chirps. Her horse nudges her pocket, going for the sound, and Liz laughs. "No, no more treats there for you." She glances at the phone and texts back easily. Stay where you are. I am coming on in. Another pat to Kelly and she walks back toward the house, casting a glance at the nearby guest house. Her uninvited guests aren't really a problem more than they are an irritation. She didn't ask for them to be around and while they keep to themselves, the air the small cottage puts off is enough to even keep the animals away. She also has the feeling that her guests saw an exchange between herself and Jenny, and that complete strangers could have knowledge of their relationship bothers her

[on_jennys_terms]

By the time Liz gets upstairs, Jen is back in bed, leaning against the headboard. It's where she's been most of the day, either reading or napping. Given how the last week has gone, it's all she feels like doing still. "You don't have to knock, you know," she says, loud enough for Liz to hear her.

[albuquerque_liz]

Liz opens the door, her fingers lingering on the antique crystal doorknob. There are some things about this old house she really loves and the doorknobs, interestingly enough, are one of them. She leans in the doorway, her hip cocked to the side, a light smile on her face. "I know. But you know," she teases, "didn't want to interrupt you if you weren't decent." She purses her lips playfully.