She was up at the house, just as Anraí had said. Staring down a bottle of wine, cork in one hand and a glass in the other, she let out a nervous huff of breath. "Screw it."
Laine set the glass down and took a deep pull right from the bottle. Then she poured herself a glass of the dark burgundy liquid. She was wiping the rim of the bottle clean from the chapstick residue she'd left on the glass when she heard footfalls on the porch, the front door opening.
Her stomach knotted. They're here. All of them. Dear God.
Putting a smile on her face that was far more genuine than forced, Laine left her drink on the counter and went to greet the people she's heard so much about. People that were going to be part of her family.
Of course she tripped over the dog, Harvard, on her way there. "God damn it all to hell, you rotten throw rug. You want me to break my neck? I swear I'm sendin' you back to Jackson, a piece at a time. Get on outta here...out!"
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Date: 2008-07-24 10:55 pm (UTC)Laine set the glass down and took a deep pull right from the bottle. Then she poured herself a glass of the dark burgundy liquid. She was wiping the rim of the bottle clean from the chapstick residue she'd left on the glass when she heard footfalls on the porch, the front door opening.
Her stomach knotted. They're here. All of them. Dear God.
Putting a smile on her face that was far more genuine than forced, Laine left her drink on the counter and went to greet the people she's heard so much about. People that were going to be part of her family.
Of course she tripped over the dog, Harvard, on her way there. "God damn it all to hell, you rotten throw rug. You want me to break my neck? I swear I'm sendin' you back to Jackson, a piece at a time. Get on outta here...out!"
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