a summary of misadventures.
[Initially private. After some time, locked to Velvet Lyon. After more time, also locked to Georgia Bradford.]
R. Broken ribs, messed up leg, blood on the journals.
E. Taken hostage. Why do all the men I love care about have to be so stupid and cavalier all the time? They get themselves into trouble and all I want to do is fix everything and get them out of it again, but that's not really possible, is it. All I can do is wait and watch the news.
And knit, apparently. Too bad seven years of nettles and thistles couldn't get one out of Turkey and fix his ribs, or get the other one out of the bank. All it did was save my brothers who I can't even find now. Why in the world does fate, or chance, or whatever, have to keep messing with people I know?
[...]
Velvet, I think I'm finally starting to get angry instead of just sad and horrible and useless. Is that a good thing?
(I'll still be watching the news, though.)
[...]
Are men always this insane, Georgia?
R. Broken ribs, messed up leg, blood on the journals.
E. Taken hostage. Why do all the men I love care about have to be so stupid and cavalier all the time? They get themselves into trouble and all I want to do is fix everything and get them out of it again, but that's not really possible, is it. All I can do is wait and watch the news.
And knit, apparently. Too bad seven years of nettles and thistles couldn't get one out of Turkey and fix his ribs, or get the other one out of the bank. All it did was save my brothers who I can't even find now. Why in the world does fate, or chance, or whatever, have to keep messing with people I know?
[...]
Velvet, I think I'm finally starting to get angry instead of just sad and horrible and useless. Is that a good thing?
(I'll still be watching the news, though.)
[...]
Are men always this insane, Georgia?