"Consider yourself absolved," she says with a fond eye roll. "If she objects to you seeing anything she'll only have herself to blame."
This timeline nonsense is an endless headache, she might as well get some amusement where she can.
Might as well dive in at the deep end. She starts with the nightstand-- there's a cable feeding through the back of the drawer, presumably to charge her phone. A trashy paperback, a notepad with half a shopping list, a handful of cough drops, a bottle of Motrin. There is also something that is almost definitely a vibrator, though it's not one she recognizes.
It does make her blush in spite of herself, though, and she shuts the drawer and moves over to the dresser. This is even less interesting-- assorted clothing, most of it looking more or less like something she could see herself wearing. She pauses, though, noticing a few framed photographs of family-- including one of Bill and Tara, and she presumes, their kids. She can't help taking a moment to pick it up and study it.
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This timeline nonsense is an endless headache, she might as well get some amusement where she can.
Might as well dive in at the deep end. She starts with the nightstand-- there's a cable feeding through the back of the drawer, presumably to charge her phone. A trashy paperback, a notepad with half a shopping list, a handful of cough drops, a bottle of Motrin. There is also something that is almost definitely a vibrator, though it's not one she recognizes.
It does make her blush in spite of herself, though, and she shuts the drawer and moves over to the dresser. This is even less interesting-- assorted clothing, most of it looking more or less like something she could see herself wearing. She pauses, though, noticing a few framed photographs of family-- including one of Bill and Tara, and she presumes, their kids. She can't help taking a moment to pick it up and study it.