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Saturday, July 24
The Dormouse, early afternoon

Market's busy today, which means I am not. That's alright, I like quiet Saturdays, especially the one's where Romana has off.

There's only one table left inside, and Tommi at her table outside. She's taken possession of Rose, and I can see them through the window having a very serious discussion. My heart twists for her; I know how much she was looking forward to being a grandmother. We had a long talk once I sat down with her. She showed me the letter from her daughter, Callie. My heart broke for both of them, and I held Tommi's hand as she dabbed away tears.

I told her to go out to her daughter, a girl needs her momma at times like these. I think she will; that is, once I can seperate her from Rose. Think of you like a daughter, you know that right? Tommi sighed and gave me a small smile as she held out her hands for my happy, squirming daughter. Hope that doesn't bother you. "Course not. I'd be thrilled to think of you as family." I told her honestly, rising and dropping a kiss on her hat. "And Rose adores you, so I guess we're family." I laugh, and give her hand a squeeze before going in to clean tables.

Think I could do worse than consider Tommi family.

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Current Mood: content

parras-siren.livejournal.com

Monday, 3rd May, morning
Outside the Dormouse

I have become so very tired.

I feel as if I never woke up fully from that terrible dream. Sometimes it feels as if the whole town never did; everything has become muted, slightly greyed.

Some days I even miss the wretched Carnival. I was never lonely, there.

I haven't been busy at work, and every morning I look hard in my mirror for a long time, seeing the lines in my face. But this morning I've resolved to force myself into some kind of cheerfulness, so I've put on a pretty springlike dress and a light coat and come out to sit in the sun. The girl in the Dormouse kindly let me bring a chair outside, and I tip my face into the sun with my teacup cradled in my lap. Perhaps today will be better.

It's spring, after all.

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tommi-esterly.livejournal.com

Tuesday, February 23rd
The Dormouse, mid afternoon

I sip my tea and listen to the conversations swirling about me.

"Did you go this morning?"
"No! Did you?"

"Do you think he did it?"

"I heard his neck did not snap, and that he jerked around on the--"
"I do NOT wish to hear about that! If you want to talk about that, you may kindly get out of my shoppe."

I arch an eyebrow at Wanda, but say nothing. Granted, it is her shoppe and a hanging of a murderer is hardly light conversation, but her mood has become increasingly surly as she progresses. Poor dear looks like she is uncomfortable and has not slept well in a week, and her normally sweet disposition has all but disappeared.

As Mrs. Higgins and Mrs. Clark get up in a huff and leave, I pat Wanda's hand in a comforting manner as she drags herself over to refill my cup.   "Not much longer till the baby's here, right? Another month? Just gotta hold on a bit longer." I try to say kindly, still wildly curious to know who the father really is. She has assured us that the baby is indeed Mr. Whitman's, but he's only been in town since later summer, and I DO know how to do math, thank you very much. "I hired a new girl, she starts Thursday. She'll be here two days, and taking over for a bit when I get closer and for a few weeks after." Wanda sighs, giving me a smile before heading back to the kitchen.

Due in a month?   Like HELL that baby's her husbands.   Wonder if it'll have blonde hair instead of red or black...

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Current Mood: curious

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Bag over my shoulder, I walk into the town, looking around. There's so much to see, at least compared to the places I've been lately. The town seems to be doing pretty well for itself, so I guess this is a good place to try settling down. Dusting my hands off on my travel-worn pants, I take a deep breath and stretch my neck, then continue to walk down the street. Lots of shops, that's good. The people I see don't look weird, and I wonder for a moment if I'd been expecting them to have two heads or something. Polite nods, given and received; that's a relief, then. The places that aren't prosperous would just as soon run you through as look at you. They don't like competition for food.

I stay relaxed, strolling down the street, pausing to look into a shop window, hitch the slightly frayed strap of my bag higher on my shoulder, and pull my thin coat a little tighter around me before I continue to make my way toward the cross-street. Nice place. For a fleeting moment, I wish my parents had traded in places like this, but they'd be the first to point out that the smaller places mean less competition. But that's an old argument, with people who are miles from here by now, and this is /my/ path to walk, not theirs. Now to see exactly what's on this path. The possibilities are exciting, and I feel the grin on my face as I raise my face to the weak sunlight.

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