Chapter 12
A Semi-Welcome Email
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Teresa was definitely enjoying the weekend; it wasn't often that she got to have a quiet Sunday all to herself. Taking advantage of it, she'd shut the windows, made a plate of crackers and cheese with a glass of iced lemonade, turned off all the lights throughout the house, and popped in a Hugh Grant movie. Teresa sprawled out on the couch, her head resting comfortably on the arm-rest, setting the dishes down on the floor at the base of the couch. And as soon as she'd got settled into just the perfect position...
Ding
Teresa groaned, her eyes closing in exasperation. She'd forgot to turn off the computer's instant messenger. After irritably hitting the pause button, she grudgingly stood back up and stalked back towards the den. Surprisingly, it actually wasn't an instant message from someone, but an email alert letting her know she had new mail; it was rather odd, because nobody emailed her - only her husband and a few people from work even knew the address.
After a few seconds of stretching in a sort of half-yawn, she let curiosity get the best of her and opened up her email.
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To: "Teresa" Teresa. "George" Home on the range
Received: Apr 24 16:29:47
Message ID: 8E0CA307. CounselOfWeasleys.txt
Hi Teresa
Things down here definitely aren't what I expected. I guess I just assumed that it would be the same thing as when we visited the company in Maine and they put us up in a modest hotel for the weekend. Instead, we're staying at what I'd call a western-ranch home. If I had to guess, it used to be a place that horses were bred and raised since Carolina isn't exactly a cattle area.
It doesn't seem that we came down here at a good time, though. About an hour or two into the drive, the sky started getting extremely nasty and by the time we arrived at the ranch it was pouring - and it hasn't let up the last two days. Already the weather stations here are talking about flood warnings for some of the areas around the town.
I have a decent amount of free time down here, so I spent a bit yesterday and some more today typing up the Harry-Ginny story, which unfortunately took on a life of its own. The computer down here doesn't have something that will give a word count, but it's probably at least 3000 words long. No promises I'll be able to read yours tonight, though - I'm only going to be up for a few more hours.
- Love, George
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