Chapter 3: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Saturday, September 9, 2000
“So what’s Abe short for?” The girl scooched closer to Abednego, her plastic cup sloshing green frothiness precariously close to the top. Her eyes were almost the same green as the drink; her hair, spilling over her bare shoulders, Abednego’s clothed shoulders, and the back of the couch, was nut-brown and soft as silk; the scattering of freckles on her pale skin were green, too.
read on…
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Saturday, September 9, 2000
“So what’s Abe short for?” The girl scooched closer to Abednego, her plastic cup sloshing green frothiness precariously close to the top. Her eyes were almost the same green as the drink; her hair, spilling over her bare shoulders, Abednego’s clothed shoulders, and the back of the couch, was nut-brown and soft as silk; the scattering of freckles on her pale skin were green, too.
read on…
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Date: 2017-03-15 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-22 01:56 am (UTC)And… you know, that’s a good idea, sometime at the end of Ghost Story. Maybe summer break…
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Date: 2017-03-15 10:38 pm (UTC)Their brother seems less evil, anyway. Kind of nice.
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Date: 2017-03-22 01:57 am (UTC)As for them, Shad woke up eventually, I think. Not so sure about Meech.
Ashley was relocated, repaired, and taken care of until she got back on her feet.