Hey y'all, Lotta here! I ain't in right now, so leave me a message, an' I'll get back to ya soon as I can! An' if the old man at the camera shop is callin'...My camera had better be fixed! A few little tweaks can't poss'bly take that long! How dare you deprive a lady photographer of her camera! I swear, if I don't get my baby back soon, I'll come down there an-*beep*
Cora checked the food again. Oysters ready, salad ready, strawberries ready. Table set. Television ready to go. Bathroom, spotless. Zelda's new tank, clean. New floors, ready to be walked on.
She trotted to the bathroom again to look herself over one last time. Hair, curly. Make up, done as best she could. manage. She had even bought a beauty magazine, something she had never done before. She had even gotten ideas for outfits from that magazine and gone shopping.
She smoothed down her new shell pink top and chocolate brown skirt, and hoped she would manage to not spill anything on herself. She made sure her sandals were done up properly. Yes. Tripping would be unacceptable.
She let out a shaky sigh and made her way back to the kitchen. She really hadn't a clue how to take Matt's one word reply to her invitation.
She just prayed she hadn't opened herself up to another murder attempt.
[[This transpires the night before the earthquake.]]
Lotta watched in mild fascination as a ceiling fan spun above her. Even on her best friend’s kitchen floor, it was warm and comfortable. She lay beside Mabel on the floor, surrounded by empty beer bottles, drunk and feeling happier and safer than she had in a long while. She really normally didn’t drink, but with Mabel…
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