Thanks to the sweethearts that 'ave bothered with readin' this. An' thanks to the love that bothered reviewin'.

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Vivian settled on swiped up a t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. She quickly slipped them on and glanced around for her hairbrush. Since she couldn't see it she just ran her fingers thru her hair and hoped for the best. She grinned at the thought that she who had slept in mud and in bushes would be fastidious with something that would get tangled anyway. She glanced around one last time and found her small pack of cash and stuck it in her pants pocket.

Sure, if I get hit by a bus then they won't know who the hell I was but the will know I had a whole $15 to my name.

She glanced around one last time and again was struck by how empty her room was. What really bothered her was that she found that she really didn't care as much about it as she wished she did. After all she knew she ended up trashing most of it in a fit of rage. It was only a mater of time before her walls had a couple of dents and holes in them.

Vivian wondered about what she should do with herself seeing as to how she had bothered to dress her self up. She yanked on a pair of running shoes and walked out of her room.

I could go into the backyard and see what the guys are "fixing"… or I could just walk into town and have a look around.

They had only been there for 2 weeks and she really had only gotten to see the post office and the school and the store. Not much. Especially for someone who liked to get around and meet new faces. She opted for the second choice and went down the stairs again.

Living here should give me Richard Simon's ass, she thought, much to her humor.

She scurried around the mismatched and misplaced furniture and debris and made it to the front door. She swung the door open and heard the angry protest of the door over her enthusiastic yank. She quickly slammed it behind her and waltzed down the front steps and walked right thru the dead flower bed and onto the side walk. She walked lightly down the street until she could hear the sounds of drills no more. At the edge of the street she turned left and walked further down another 4 streets. She saw a couple of people doing people stuff and a few kids playing some modified tag game. A street further down and she took a right and there was the post office.

Now what. I guess I could just wander around some more. Mayhaps I run into a mall or something. Or into something more interesting.

She walked down another street and past a row of small shops. In the windows she could see anything from shoes to bags. She passed one that sold candy underpants and had a couple of novelty cake pans. Definitely something she had never found so out in the open in her old town.

She couldn't help smile and think that maybe she would walk in there one day. Maybe. If things with Gabriele ever picked up again. She could see her hazed reflection on the dirty old glass. Her hair shown with highlights that one could never get with paint and she had good skin and knew it. It bothered her that Gabriele seemed to think maybe that since they where now a compromised couple in the pack ranking that the race was over and she could be ditched. She knew that it may not be exactly true but it sure felt that way right now. She passed a window that made her slow down and stop altogether when her mind registered what she had glanced. She turned and looked back into the window. A small cushion was lying in the corner of the display and on it was what appeared to be a small silver bowl of beaten metal. Vivian didn't much care for the bowl but for the cushion that held it. It was obviously hand stitched and was very lovely to look at. It was deep green and the edges where sewn in a running stitch of a vibrant black. It looked like it was made of viscose and divinely smooth. On the center was a square of black like the boarder, and on it was a picture of a woman laughing. The woman was slightly bent in a pose like she just got caught about to spin in the middle of a dance movement. But what really got Vivian's attention was the expression on the woman's face. Her hands where upturned and she looked like she was laughing the wildest, kindest, oldest, laugh on earth. Like she knew exactly the truth that for one second that laugh was hers and hers alone and would never be heard in the entire world again. And in the background overshadowing the woman was a pale silvery moon made in nearly white thread.

Vivian couldn't help but stare. Whoever made this knew something about them. They had to. No way could they ever fathom something like this if they themselves didn't experience it. She couldn't smell any of her kind nearby. Vivian couldn't help but remember in that moment what she had felt when she read Aiden's poem in the school paper all that time ago.

Easy girl, remember how wrong we where about that, she thought. Well even if I am that thing is mine. It will add to the disarray of décor or more like the lack of it anyway.

So she took a deep breath and swung open the door right when she had an attack of sneezes from the incense that assaulted her nose that came out with the stale breeze wafted from the shop.

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Ta, till next time.