Aftermath

Thankfully, long before I had to go to work the next day, I managed to pull myself out of bed feeling more or less like myself. Deanna hadn't awoken by the time I got up, so I made a plate of omelettes for the girls before I left for work that night.

I'm almost glad I was at work, in a strange way. While Deanna managed to get a solid eight hours of sleep, it wasn't very restful. Tammy told me later how she'd tossed and turned in her sleep several times. No nightmares, though, and she seemed to be in good spirits when I got back from work. She must have been still hungry, for when I made omelets that day for the girls before I left, she ate not one, but two of them. We had a long talk when I got back, she's had this light in her eyes ever since I confessed how afraid I'd been for her safety, and how afraid I was to lose her. I have to get us all out of here, but Deanna... she's the one I have to save first, even though I can't save her without being able to save them all.

Oh, and Carrie? I was worried that the friction between the two of them would flare up where it had left off, but Carrie herself needed to sleep and eat as well, so fortunately they were able to coexist long enough for tempers, both Deanna's and Carrie's, to cool down. Maybe Deanna's brush with death shocked Carrie to her senses. Maybe she too was tired and exhausted. Maybe all the guitar playing that's been going on has soothed her.

I realize there isn't a lot for these women to do here. Aside from the guitar, the TV, and the bookshelf, there isn't much in the way of entertainment, and so pretty much all of them play the guitar for chance they get. They usually play it for hours without stopping. Anne and Leslie, to name two, have been practicing for so long, I don't think either of them can get any better at playing it.

(Creator's note: The only two that really don't get a chance to play it are Deanna and Tammy; I blame Deanna's lack of interest on her one Lazy point, and Tammy is too busy starting pillow fights. I really wish Deanna would play it more... I'm thinking I could get a few Aspiration point shots for her, by tipping her when she plays. I was able to the ONE time Deanna's picked up the guitar so far. I haven't seen her earn any Aspiration points lately, so I'm hoping Earn Some Money is one of her Wants.)

I began to relax a little when Carrie and Deanna managed to actually have a few dinner conversations that didn't feature a lot of four and five letter words. Carrie must have been trying to make amends (or desperate for some fun to be had) when she playfully clocked Deanna with a pillow, trying to start a pillow fight. Well, Deanna wasn't quite at that point yet, and the pillow must have hit harder than expected, for Deanna walked away holding her nose, complained Carrie had almost broken it. To my relief (and surprise); the situation ended there with no flare ups.

Now that relative tranquility has restored itself to our *cough* humble abode. It's clear that if I ever want to stop driving the getaway car and actually working my way up the Simprano family food chain, I'm going to need more friends. We have to have groceries delivered quite often... usually at night. I thought I'd make friends with the delivery guy, but something about the guy they send on the night shift... I get a feeling I should stay away from him...

(Creator again, here. Speaking of strange feelings... an odd thing happened at dinner the other night. It's day 18 and Summer here. It was the first day of Autumn when I started the PRC. Four of the women were eating dinner, so I scrolled over to the rec room to see what was going on there. When I looked back, there was a jar of fireflies on the table. I don't know where they came from - I hadn't seen any of them leave the center to catch them.)

Oh well... that's pretty much it for right now... judging from the smell wafting from the bathroom, the girls are about to get another chance to play "How Many Plunges Will It Take Brian To Unclog the Toilet." Life be my wild mistress...