The Best-Laid Plans... [open to the household, and those few given leave to enter as they wish]

[vicioussweetie]

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[chill_whispers]

The first stirrings of a cool breeze across her book, tugging at the pages, were mistaken for the work of the air conditioning. The frigid blast that followed, spilling pages almost hard enough to slam the cover closed showed Sasha her error, and that something had gone gravely wrong. Up from her seat in the basement lounge she leaped, hurrying toward the hall. "Alison? Alison!"

[vicioussweetie]

She's quiet a moment, then forces herself to stand straight and tall to face her wife. "I'm here."

[chill_whispers]

Sasha takes Ali's state in at a glance, her hair and gown tossed in the wind. "Oh, love! Your hands--may I treat them?"

[vicioussweetie]

She nods, holding her hands out a little and gesturing with an arm. "The bathroom?"