In the Morning…
I disclaim…this is just for fun. I have a toddler, a baby, a husband and am about to have to pay back my student loans. So if you want to sue me be prepared to know that is all I have. (
Chapter 2
Chloe glanced at her answering machine before retreating to her bed. Even though Craig and Dr. Murphy had been encouraged by her latest test results, sometimes it was all that she could do to make it to the shower in the morning without wanting to curl up in a ball and go back to bed. There was one message, with hesitation Chloe's hand brushed against the plastic button allowing the message to flow into the room. She held her breath and prayed that it was not Phillip. Instead it was Belle's forced chipper voice inviting her to go to the lake along with Mimi.
Chloe slipped into a nightshirt that was worn but comfortable and reclined on the bed to read a little more of Hamlet. Her eyelids were becoming heavy on the second page as she drifted into a fitful sleep.
Belle was standing in front of her closet pulling out clothing and separating it into three cluttered but distinct piles. As heavy footsteps emerged from the hallway, Belle turned with a huge smile on her face. "Brady!"
"Hey Tink," Brady smirked as he deftly jumped over a pile to lounge on the one clear spot on her bed. "Don't tell me you can't figure out what to wear."
"I'm not that bad," she grinned. "Mom said the only way I could have the credit card to go clothes shopping was if I gave away part of my clothes to charity. So I am trying to decide what to get rid of."
"Oh I see, nothing like a little forced good deed."
"I'm good," Belle said turning back to her closet. "I just am practical too. I mean I don't remember buying a leopard print skirt but I might need it someday."
"That's right you never know when you might have to camouflage yourself to look like you belong in the jungle."
"Ha ha ha, you are just such a riot," she muttered throwing a show at her brother, which he caught. "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be doing housework or cleaning that loft of yours?"
"Oh I am leaving it all for you, Tink," Brady grinned at the perplexed look on his sister's face as she pulled out a paisley shirt and muttered something about not even being born in the seventies.
"Fat chance big brother. Why don't you just hire a maid?"
"Well I would if I could, but Dad would have to give me a raise first."
Belle dredged up one gold shoe and looked at it longingly. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"Dad invited me to dinner. Something about family bonding or some crap."
"Sounds fun as long as mom doesn't cook."
Brady jumped up to assist his sister as a mountain of sweaters teetered dangerously close to the edge of the shelf and threatened to engulf her in angora. "Well he didn't say anything about bonding at the emergency room so I would bet we are going out to eat or at least having take out."
Chloe woke up to the muffled sounds of Nancy and Craig outside her door. It sounded like a deep discussion on the crisis in the Middle East or the current state of the economy. However, it was not quite that important. Instead they were discussing dinner plans. Chloe groaned realizing that she had agreed earlier to go out to the pub with them. Dragging herself up she looked for the most comfy outfit she could find. Anything would do at this point was her motto…she didn't care if it matched.
She knew she had to hurry and make it out in the hall before Nancy intruded the sanctity of her room with one of her, "Sweetie's."
TBC
I disclaim…this is just for fun. I have a toddler, a baby, a husband and am about to have to pay back my student loans. So if you want to sue me be prepared to know that is all I have. (
Chapter 2
Chloe glanced at her answering machine before retreating to her bed. Even though Craig and Dr. Murphy had been encouraged by her latest test results, sometimes it was all that she could do to make it to the shower in the morning without wanting to curl up in a ball and go back to bed. There was one message, with hesitation Chloe's hand brushed against the plastic button allowing the message to flow into the room. She held her breath and prayed that it was not Phillip. Instead it was Belle's forced chipper voice inviting her to go to the lake along with Mimi.
Chloe slipped into a nightshirt that was worn but comfortable and reclined on the bed to read a little more of Hamlet. Her eyelids were becoming heavy on the second page as she drifted into a fitful sleep.
Belle was standing in front of her closet pulling out clothing and separating it into three cluttered but distinct piles. As heavy footsteps emerged from the hallway, Belle turned with a huge smile on her face. "Brady!"
"Hey Tink," Brady smirked as he deftly jumped over a pile to lounge on the one clear spot on her bed. "Don't tell me you can't figure out what to wear."
"I'm not that bad," she grinned. "Mom said the only way I could have the credit card to go clothes shopping was if I gave away part of my clothes to charity. So I am trying to decide what to get rid of."
"Oh I see, nothing like a little forced good deed."
"I'm good," Belle said turning back to her closet. "I just am practical too. I mean I don't remember buying a leopard print skirt but I might need it someday."
"That's right you never know when you might have to camouflage yourself to look like you belong in the jungle."
"Ha ha ha, you are just such a riot," she muttered throwing a show at her brother, which he caught. "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be doing housework or cleaning that loft of yours?"
"Oh I am leaving it all for you, Tink," Brady grinned at the perplexed look on his sister's face as she pulled out a paisley shirt and muttered something about not even being born in the seventies.
"Fat chance big brother. Why don't you just hire a maid?"
"Well I would if I could, but Dad would have to give me a raise first."
Belle dredged up one gold shoe and looked at it longingly. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"Dad invited me to dinner. Something about family bonding or some crap."
"Sounds fun as long as mom doesn't cook."
Brady jumped up to assist his sister as a mountain of sweaters teetered dangerously close to the edge of the shelf and threatened to engulf her in angora. "Well he didn't say anything about bonding at the emergency room so I would bet we are going out to eat or at least having take out."
Chloe woke up to the muffled sounds of Nancy and Craig outside her door. It sounded like a deep discussion on the crisis in the Middle East or the current state of the economy. However, it was not quite that important. Instead they were discussing dinner plans. Chloe groaned realizing that she had agreed earlier to go out to the pub with them. Dragging herself up she looked for the most comfy outfit she could find. Anything would do at this point was her motto…she didn't care if it matched.
She knew she had to hurry and make it out in the hall before Nancy intruded the sanctity of her room with one of her, "Sweetie's."
TBC