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South Dakota, Late Thursday night
After they'd returned with the truck, Dru had spent the rest of the day and evening going through her father's books for whatever she could find about djamphirs. Finally, long after Kennedy and Dinah had gone to sleep, she went to bed herself.
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South Dakota, Thursday Morning
For obvious reasons, Dru hadn’t slept well. Up before dawn, she made her way to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. Kennedy and Dinah had helped her board up the back door, but the kitchen was still drafty. Dru poured herself a cup and pulled her mother’s quilt tighter around her shoulders ( Read more... ) -
A small town in South Dakota - Late Wednesday afternoon
The portal dropped them in front of the house where her father was supposed to be staying. Dru took a moment to look around to see if anyone had noticed their arrival and was relived to see that the heavy snow that was falling had kept everyone in doors ( Read more... ) -
Room 406, early morning
Still disturbed the visit from her grandmother's owl, and worried that she hadn't managed to get in touch with her dad, Dru had stayed up late sketching.
At some point after midnight, she finally fell asleep.
( And then she dreamed ) -
Room 406 - Very early Tuesday Morning
It was late when Dru finally made it back from the common room, and Dru had no trouble quickly falling asleep ( Read more... ) -
Room 406, early morning
Dru hadn’t slept well, mostly because she was still on edge after her encounters with the furry little creatures that had apparently invaded the island. They were cute, cuddly and seemed friendly enough. But something about them reeked of the Real World and not in the subtle, low-key way she’d sort of gotten used to constantly feeling (and ( Read more... ) -
Availability polka
One of the benefits of all the business travel my husband does is that occasionally he goes someplace fun and interesting and I get to tag along ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in the Southeastern US, Wednesday Night
Dru’s sketch pad was in her lap and her pencil was clutched tightly in her fingers, but she wasn’t focused on the paper. Instead her mind was replaying the argument she’d had with her father earlier in the afternoon.
”I don’t see why I have to go to some dumb boarding school,” Dru said angrily. “I’m supposed to be your partner ( Read more... )