[Stacy - March 5th]

[moraldyslexic]

Two months had gone by without Chris and sometimes, Lennox still didn't know how the hell he was managing to function so well. On the surface, he was pretty sure everything looked fine. In fact, with the exception of Ainsley, he wasn't even sure anyone had noticed that he'd stopped smoking pot. There wasn't any reason behind that, it just reminded

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[saved_the_knees]

Stacy weaved aimlessly along the shore. Not unusual. Neither was the white one-piece, the floppy hat and big sunglasses. Wearing them, she imagined she looked like an Old Hollywood starlet. She could be sophisticated and graceful, even if it was an act, without looking silly.

Her bare toes sinking in wet sand as she walked, she smelled the pot first, then saw the man, smiling her big, toothy smile and giving him a wave. "Hi."

[moraldyslexic]

Lennox liked people. All kinds of people and when the girl weaved toward him and even greeted him, his mouth turned up into a wide grin that he couldn't have stopped had he wanted to.

"Hey," he answered, plucking the joint from his mouth long enough to say it. She was cute. Young, yeah, probably not much older than River, but still really cute.

[saved_the_knees]

Wandering closer and pushing the sunglasses down her nose to look at him a little better, she nodded to the joint and asked, "Are you sharing?"

[moraldyslexic]

"Always, baby," Lennox answered, taking one more hit off the joint before he held it out toward her in offering. She'd have to come closer to take it, maybe even take a seat beside him, but Lennox found he sure as hell didn't mind. This was getting back to normal, this was how life had been before he'd gotten married.