Harry had long since put her food
in the oven to keep warm. She’d spent
the last seven hours working on accounts.
Laurel was sleeping upstairs.
"Food’s in the oven, tequila’s in the fridge."
She bypassed the food and headed
straight for the tequila, throwing back
a large glass in one swallow. The burn
made her wince, smirking as she looked
at Harry. “God I needed that.”
"To say the least. Is that too much for you,
"You know who I am, right? This is child’s play.”
She nodded and watched her
disappear into the crowds on the street.
Turning she moved up to her apartment,
Starting to cook for people other than a baby
Ever eloquent with her time, Chey
appeared in Harry’s apartment some
time after ten, the sky outside dark.
One knock on the door, and her heels
sounded her entrance, her eyes weary.
"I’m a great boss, ask the writers and models at Vogue."
"Oh yes because I come across them often."
( So my dog Sam got put down the other day, and although I’m still so sad and missing him so much we’ve got this new little menace to keep us company! His name is Buster, and he’s a wee poser, hahah! )
man this referendum is starting to scare me now
❝You know, I read that they identified
the Ripper. Sort of anticlimactic, no?❞
”Totally wasn’t him. I call it as bullshit.”
I’m so, so, sorry that I’ve been MIA. Some crappy stuff happened with my family, my dog got put down, and I’ve just been so sad and trying to get through work. I promise I’ll be back here within a day or two!