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MHA #2 | Tuesday Afternoon
Jan. 17th, 2023 07:29 amSomeone around here had been neglecting her plants.
They were alive still, of course; not only had Annie not been so distracted for the last month as to not kill her plants, but she also knew Diego watered them when he remembered, too. But Annie had noticed earlier that they were a little dusty, and more than a few were still clinging to some dead leaves or a withered flower, and they were -- neglected. It was the only word.
Annie even found a string of lights wound through one -- along with a knife, but there were knives in most of these pots -- leftover from the Christmas rager. Damn. She'd been kinda checked out on this kind of thing for awhile, huh?
And while she was working on this, a text message came in to confirm an appointment she'd set up a long time ago, way back before Wanda had ever come asking her for help, and Annie stopped with her little leaf trimmers and read it.
...and then stayed stopped, to think about it, before ultimately setting her phone aside and deciding that needed to be a discussion, and resumed tending to her nearly-self-uprooted aloe while humming to herself.
[for the husband! contents of conversation NFB, please!]
They were alive still, of course; not only had Annie not been so distracted for the last month as to not kill her plants, but she also knew Diego watered them when he remembered, too. But Annie had noticed earlier that they were a little dusty, and more than a few were still clinging to some dead leaves or a withered flower, and they were -- neglected. It was the only word.
Annie even found a string of lights wound through one -- along with a knife, but there were knives in most of these pots -- leftover from the Christmas rager. Damn. She'd been kinda checked out on this kind of thing for awhile, huh?
And while she was working on this, a text message came in to confirm an appointment she'd set up a long time ago, way back before Wanda had ever come asking her for help, and Annie stopped with her little leaf trimmers and read it.
...and then stayed stopped, to think about it, before ultimately setting her phone aside and deciding that needed to be a discussion, and resumed tending to her nearly-self-uprooted aloe while humming to herself.
[for the husband! contents of conversation NFB, please!]
