Post Thirty Three: Sorting Things Out

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Tiffany is tired. No, worse. She's not tired, at least not properly tired. Properly tired was spending two days on your feet without sleep. It was helping a new mother give birth to twins. It was when you spent your time on something that made the sheer exhaustion feel like an accomplishment rather then a weakness. No she wasn't tired. Not really

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[strike_you_out]

[Strangely, the door knocks back.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Well normally she'd blame Feegles but since they're not here she'll have to take them off the list. Instead she knocks again.]

[strike_you_out]

[This time it opens. In the doorway is a boy she will no doubt recognize as he once entered her home to "deliver" a newspaper. After that instance, he's restricted his deliveries to the yard and occasionally to a tree or the rooftop. Slugger recognizes her as Witch Girl with Poker.]

Hi.

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Oh yes she remembers him.]

Hello. Is Susan here?

[strike_you_out]

Somewhere.

[Either tying up Edward's drone in the basement or playing that trick where she pretends to be nonexistent, probably.]

Is she expecting you?

[the_wee_big_hag]

No.

[strike_you_out]

Come back in five minutes. Or wait.

[the_wee_big_hag]

I'll wait.

[strike_you_out]

[In that case, he'll push the door open a bit wider and retreat into the house.]

Is it important?