Monarchs Glen

She came back a few days later even though she had only left for food supplies to begin with, but that was ohh maybe 3 or 4 days ago? A week? Lost count again. oops. That was one her idiosyncracies. She got distracted, but not the usual "oh I was looking for those keys and got distracted for a momen...

far be it from me to "look" and not say happy birthday

and AGREED! Aruara!

She stood outside the building and hung the sign on an ornate hanger. To be true even though the sign was hand-tooled iron, the sign post she'd planted on the road was worth much, much more, but it surely didn't look it. That was the thing about her line of work - one's trash was another's treasure ...

meh - changing face. no like.
That's more like it! And my very own skull to talk with of course.
Darn it now different name, that name was an old character now I recall.
Natalie?
Lucy? ;p
well maybe I'll get used to it - perhaps she'll get a nickname from someone.