Audrey is another designated driver for this ride into hell. She couldn’t risk a headache. She’s dressed as she’s always dressed, now that it’s just warm enough for shorts and a sweater so big it renders the shorts invisible. She’s calm. She’s always calm. The feeling of it being a terrible reunion is prominent. She hopes it isn’t.
Audrey Has: Wand Phone 8 dragots Journal/pen Poetry Club Mask, I don’t remember its color I’m sorry I can’t go looking I’m trash Her purple flower brooch The bag of Valentine’s candy that said someone was trapped A teabag Simple wax tea candle Some moss, for luck
WHAT'S UP, Audrey??
She hopes it isn’t.
Audrey Has:
Wand
Phone
8 dragots
Journal/pen
Poetry Club Mask, I don’t remember its color I’m sorry I can’t go looking I’m trash
Her purple flower brooch
The bag of Valentine’s candy that said someone was trapped
A teabag
Simple wax tea candle
Some moss, for luck