The Prodigal Daughter Returns...
Posted April 25, 2007
Fabien: Look who’s back!
Shulamith: Oh, it’s you – still around, I see.
Fabien: Sure I’m around – why wouldn’t I be?
Shulamith: Still didn’t get the broom fixed, then.
Fabien: HAHAHA! You’ve still got that sense of humor. Though I see you couldn’t get the time of day from Hiro-boy. Just as well, I didn’t want you sullying him before it’s my turn.
Shulamith: Lay off my case. He’s small potatoes, anyway.
Fabien: I’ve heard that small potatoes are in style right now – mmmm! Well, enough chit-chat, hon. Gotta stay ahead of that Russian tearoom – a girl likes her privacy now and then – ta! **exits**
Shulamith: Uh-huh. *under breath* “Girl,” she calls herself –
**flops on sofa**
Shulamith: What now…
Shulamith: Business. Busted my hump, broke even. That’s how it goes.
Shulamith: That depends. You take it where you can find it.
Shulamith: And how’ve you been keeping occupied?
Shulamith: Fences, hm?
Shulamith: Y’know, speaking of fences – there’s one right here that could use a little mending… if you don’t mind…
Shulamith: Oh yeah. Some things we want back in their usual place…
Shulamith: **sees girl** OH! Who -- what – what’re you doing here?
Young Shulamith: Just taking notes, is all.
Young Shulamith: You catch on quick, Blondie.
Shulamith: WHEN – and WHY are you here?
Young Shulamith: Got here just before you returned from your Grand Tour. Not my idea – ask that guardian of ours. But I might as well be here as any other place.
Shulamith: I’ll be d*mned if I have to be your babysitter –
Young Shulamith: -- because you KNOW how bad you were – are. Don’t worry, though, there’s enough other people around here, so I can get lost in the crowd. I’ll be just fine. Get back to Blondie there, before he gets a chill. **exits**
Shulamith: I need a talk with that guardian –
Shulamith: Noooo… but I feel like venting…
Back to Allegra, and her continuing pursuit of Chance, which runs into another obstacle: