The last few days of classes are a blur of last minute essay writing and scribbling notes about assigned chapters. Before she realizes it, it's almost time for the train to leave. Her trunk is nearly packed, but at the last minute, she still has to bustle around the dormitory to collect the last of her things.
Most of Slytherin house is going home for the holidays. While she doesn't have the same list of social engagements as the majority of them, Lily is glad for a break from classes. It's also, thankfully, a break from the outside tension that makes itself known despite the old castle walls.
No matter what she needs a break from or where she feels like she belongs, though, Lily is going back to the muggle world for a fortnight.
On the platform, students load the train in only slightly organized chaos. She can barely keep track of her own group, so she doesn't have the chance to catch a glimpse of dark hair and dangerous eyes. Lily lets her other housemates pile into their selected compartment before going in herself and stowing away her trunk.
Mulciber and Severus have been in their own conversation since they left their dormitory. Cornelia and Avery have also clung closely together since they left the common room.
Honestly, Lily doesn't mind keeping to herself for now within their bubble. In a few hours, Severus will be more like the friend she remembers, anyway. He's always better when they're on their own, when Avery and Mulciber aren't around.
The boys sit by the window and Cornelia sits across from her. Immediately, Cornelia stretches across the seat to put her head on Avery's shoulder. He shifts, a hand going to her waist.
Lily settles into her seat. This is as good of a time as any to read the paper she only pocketed that morning. She purposely opens it to skip the front page. She needs something a little lighter than what she expects to find there to begin the trip back to London.
Partway through the journey, a wide turn makes the compartment door slide open.
"What's that?" Cornelia asks, turning away from Avery. Over her shoulder, he looks annoyed. He puts a hand on her chin and turns her back to him, whispering something that Lily is glad she doesn't overhear.
"I've got it," Lily says. She folds the paper to hide the main headline and pulls the door shut with a clatter. When she sits back down, she notices a scrap of parchment by her trainer.
Instinctively, without even knowing what it is, she puts her foot over it. Bending, she pretends to check her laces but sweeps it into her hand. She's almost certain that it wasn't there before the door opened.
Evans, the note says, confirming her theory, Prefect compartment?
Lily crumbles the note in her fist and shoves it in her pocket. She casts a glance to the other side of the compartment. In a brilliant stroke of luck, no one looks like they'll miss her.
"I want to check something before we arrive," Lily says, standing. "I'll come back for my trunk and meet you on the platform, Severus."
He studies her for a moment, but she leaves before he can ask any questions.
The corridors are mostly clear. By this point, people have found a place to sit and wait for London to come into view. The Head Girl badge pinned on her chest - in case she needs to exert her influence one more time before the holiday - gives her something of a shield if anyone does question why she needs to go to the prefect compartment when there isn't a meeting.
Lily wonders what excuse her note writer used.
When she slides the door open and then quietly shuts it behind her, Lily turns to see that Jamie is already there. She, like Lily, has abandoned her school robes for the kind of clothes that will fit in at King's Cross Station.
Jamie is smiling, though it's a little shy, and her hand jumps to her hair.
Lily's heart does a nervous pitter-patter.
"You got my note."
"I did," Lily says. "Are you bewitching compartment doors now?"
"Only this one," Jamie replies, taking a step closer and reaching past Lily to turn the lock. "But I don't think I need magic."
When they kiss this time, their teeth click together a little uncomfortably.
They giggle, in spite of themselves, and try again. Both of them tilt their heads to the side. Somehow, they've managed to pick the same direction, which makes them stop short before they can properly kiss.
Lily laughs again, a little more forced than before, and reaches up to trace Jamie's cheek with her finger. "Stay there," she says quietly.
Jamie closes her eyes.
Slowly, Lily inclines her head, closes her eyes, and presses a soft kiss to Jamie's mouth. Pulling away slightly, she opens her eyes to see Jamie's reverent expression with her lips still hovering by hers. "Hi," she says.
"Hi," Jamie answers. She opens her eyes now that they're closer. "I'm glad you could come."
When she nods, their lips nearly brush. "I wanted to see you before we left." The hand still by her side itches to touch Jamie. They have a way of always filling their moments together with things other than words.
She doesn't have to wonder if Jamie wants the same thing as her for long, because Jamie's hands move to rest on either side of her waist. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
Their intentions align, but the kiss does not. Both of them close the distance at the same time, but Jamie's mouth lands by the side of her nose. Lily tries to course-correct by lifting her chin, but they knock into each other. Jamie's glasses snag and slip off the end of her nose. They make a harsh rattle when they hit the ground.
"Sorry!" Lily says quickly, taking a step back.
"It's fine," Jamie replies. "Let me -"
They both bend to retrieve the glasses at the same time. In a moment where things aren't quite as bad as they could be, they knock shoulders instead of bumping heads.
"Sorry," Lily repeats, withdrawing again.
Now there's over a foot of space between them, but she remembers the tingle of Jamie's lips being only an inch from hers.
"It's fine," Jamie says patiently, standing and shoving her glasses back up her nose. "C'mere, Evans."
Lily hesitates, only for the briefest of moments, but then takes a step closer.
Jamie's hands find their former place on her waist easily. Lily reaches up to cup Jamie's face with both hands so there is no room for doubt about where she wants to be. With that silent permission, Jamie's hands slide down until her fingers find and hook on Lily's belt loops. She tugs her forward and manages to earn a genuine giggle.
This time, they know which direction to tilt their heads for their lips to meet. Their kiss is tender at first. It's going to be the last thing of Hogwarts that Lily remembers until the new year.
She wants it to be everything.
Lily nips Jamie's lower lip to try to chase the intensity of the other kisses they have shared. Rather than responding in kind, however, Jamie makes a noise that doesn't sound entirely pleasant. She draws back.
"Sorry," Lily says again, wishing she could say anything else. There's a little break in her voice this time. "I -"
"Lily," Jamie says with her hand over the side of her lower lip. "It's fine." She lowers her hand. That part of her lip is more swollen than the rest, with a dark spot where Lily's teeth must have hit. Jamie tests it with her tongue but doesn't wince. There's a mark, but there doesn't appear to be any long term damage.
Pressing her hands together, Lily rocks onto the balls of her feet. "I can go," she says. "I don't want your mum to worry when she sees you."
"She won't. She'll probably think I got it from something I'm not supposed to do."
Really, she tells herself, this isn't what Jamie means. She's gotten in trouble a thousand different ways. She means any one of them. She means that Jamie's mum won't be surprised to see her daughter with some scuffs because she doesn't bother to keep herself out of mischief. She doesn't mean that Jamie's mum or anyone else on the platform will take one look at them and know what has happened.
What has happened? Can it only be a secret?
Is this - whatever this is between them - something they're not supposed to do?
"It's all right. We might be close to the station, anyway."
"Lily," Jamie says again with a flicker of irritation. She runs her hair through her hair. Part of it sticks up, and Lily wants to cross the space between them to smooth it back down. "Can we… try for a better memory before Christmas?"
The weak winter light comes through the train window at the right time. It glows around Jamie's head. She has a hazy, soft halo around her that makes her look a little less than real.
Nodding, Lily offers her hand.
Jamie catches her fingers. Lily advances forward a step without being prompted. Jamie offers her other hand, and Lily takes it. Together, their hands fall between them, shrinking the space that separates them but linking them.
Softly, like there's a way she might press too hard, Jamie touches her lips to Lily's forehead. It makes Lily's pulse jump with an unsteady breath. "I'll miss you, Evans."
Quietly, she says, "I'll miss you too."
It's the truth, even if Lily hasn't really let herself think about it that plainly. Missing Hogwarts isn't a question. That happens every time she leaves the castle. She knows missing it on a wider scale is approaching, coming sooner with every passing day. By now, she's used to missing magic and watching Quidditch and laughing with the Ravenclaws by the lake.
In the past few weeks, though, that list of things to miss has gotten longer.
She's going to miss Jamie Potter.
The train whistle blows, shattering the moment and signaling that the station is near.
Lily jumps back. Their eyes lock, both alert to the fact that they're back in the world they left for a small amount of time. She's sure that the red spots on the high points of Jamie's cheeks match hers.
Self-consciously, she tugs on the hem of her sweater. The memory of Jamie's fingers in her belt loops, Jamie kissing her forehead, Jamie close enough for them to breathe the same air, is still there, but she shoves it aside.
"Oh. Well, er, have a happy Christmas, Potter," she says. She yanks the compartment door open and goes out into the corridor. Lily tucks her hair behind her ear, like that will settle her frazzled state. She has to fetch her trunk and calm herself before facing Severus and her sister.
"Happy Christmas, Evans," Jamie says before the compartment door slides completely closed behind Lily.
When their mother died and could no longer take Lily to the station, Petunia agreed to take on the task. Her agreement, however, was rooted in her refusal to step foot on the hidden space between platforms nine and ten. She wanted to keep her feet firmly planted in the muggle world and away from the land of freaks that Lily longed for each summer.
In a way, it is a small blessing. Lily has a little more time to wipe away the traces of her secret kisses. Also, she thinks pessimistically, if her sister doesn't show, no one except Severus will be around to see it.
At least he always takes her side in these battles.
By the time she gets back to the compartment to get her trunk, the other Slytherins have already left. She didn't know how to say goodbye to them, so it's something of a relief. She has two weeks to think about where they all stand.
With a few waves, Lily makes her way through the gathering of people on Platform 9 ¾ and to the wall that takes her back to muggle London. Dutifully, Severus is waiting for her. She ducks her head and walks through to the main platforms. On the other side, Lily drags her trunk behind her. Beside her, Severus does the same.
They both scan the crowd for Petunia's light hair and upturned nose. Severus' parents haven't come to the platform for years, so they're looking for the same ride.
She finally does catch sight of her sister and nearly has to do a double take. This Petunia is standing by the sign for Platform Eight. She's leaning back against the wall almost casually with her hair soft against her shoulders. Lily is used to seeing Petunia stiff and calculated. This Petunia is actually smiling, something that she hasn't done around Lily for… Well, she's not exactly sure how long, and that shows that it truly has been a long time. The overhead lights reveal a playful spark in her blue eyes that Lily remembers from when they were best friends.
The person who is supposed to be her best friend now must notice Lily stop when she sees her. "Oh," he says, "There she is."
"Yes," Lily answers. Her steps speed up toward her sister. If she's in a good mood, maybe things will be different for these two weeks. Maybe they both needed a few months away to calm the storm of the summer.
As she's about to call her name, Petunia shifts to the side. Her smile turns into a laugh, but it isn't the high one Lily remembers. It's short and rehearsed. Her movement reveals that she's not alone. Lily stops abruptly at the sight of a squashed face and infuriating mustache.
The brief flicker of hope that the view of her sister's face inspired is extinguished immediately.
"What?" Severus asks, stopping short before he runs into her back. He catches her arm. They steady themselves and right their trunks so they don't fall.
"Dursley," Lily says darkly, her eyes fixed on the pair. "Of course she brought him."
"That's the muggle she's -"
"Yes." Lily jerks her trunk behind her. She doesn't even correct his term for Vernon Dursley like she normally would. Dursley is one of the most non-magical people she's ever met, but that isn't nearly the worst thing about him. "Let's go."
They make their way through the organized chaos of a busy train station. The holiday season means that families clump together with parents gripping tightly onto children's hands. Some business travelers purposely walk by, slicing through the crowd like they're hardly there. The trains whistle and overhead announcements fade into the white noise of a public space.
"Hello, Petunia," Lily greets once they make it, stopping in front of her sister. She lets go of her trunk so the bottom makes a loud sound when it hits the floor. There is no gleeful reunion, but she shouldn't have expected one. "I didn't know you were bringing anyone with you."
Petunia breaks off mid-laughter to see her sister. She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "Hello, Lily. When Vernon heard that I needed to come all the way to London, he volunteered to drive me." Petunia holds onto Dursley's arm and looks up at him with a sickening expression. He practically glows under the ray of her attention. "Isn't that so thoughtful?"
"Yeah," Lily says unenthusiastically. "Very thoughtful."
Petunia's eyes are cold when they turn to her sister. "Is that a problem, Lily?"
"No." She shrugs. "I guess I didn't know you couldn't drive on your own anymore, Tuney."
"I certainly can," Petunia replies sharply, "but I have someone who cares about me, so I don't need to be alone. Is that so hard for you to imagine?"
Severus scoffs from beside her, which redirects Petunia's anger. Lily is partially relieved, but a protective instinct also flares in her chest.
Petunia presses her lips together into a straight line and glares at him. "This is the Snape boy I was telling you about, Vernon darling. He's a friend of Lily's who also goes to that school I mentioned." She looks him up and down, logging all of his defects as she does. "He lives down at Spinner's End."
"Ah," Dursley says, also watching Severus with his beady eyes. "I got that new car, darling, so you shouldn't worry. We'll have enough room. I can have it cleaned tomorrow."
Lily grits her teeth against the insult. "Great," Lily says drily. "Since Petunia knew who she was picking up this whole time. Sorry she didn't tell you, Dursley." She pushes out the bottom of her trunk with her foot to roll it back onto its wheels. "Are we going?"
"Lily," Petunia says, her voice lowering dangerously. "You shouldn't be so rude. Vernon didn't need to drive all of this way for you to be so ungrateful."
"I didn't ask him to come," Lily returns. "If you had bothered to ask me, you would know I didn't want -"
"My parents will be expecting me," Severus says quietly, effectively cutting her off. "Maybe we should start the drive."
She looks at him, knowing this is a lie. It will be a surprise if they remember that it's the day he's supposed to be coming back for break. Nothing she knows about the Snapes indicates that they'll be particularly worried if their son shows up a few hours behind schedule.
He's saying it for her benefit, she realizes. He's saying it before she can say something she'll regret in the middle of King's Cross Station.
She still has plenty she would like to say to her sister, but she tucks it away for now. She grips her trunk handle tightly and takes a steadying breath.
"Well," Vernon says, uncomfortable with the weighted silence. He looks away from Severus and shares an unsubtle look with Petunia. "Let's be off, then."
"Great," Lily agrees. She shoves past him toward the garage. She's heard enough monologues about his stupid car to be able to find it anywhere.
For the duration of the ride, Lily sits in stoney silence. She crosses her arms and stares out of the window. Silently, she curses herself. Why did she think, even for a moment, that time at home would be any better? She should have stayed at Hogwarts. It would be better to be on her own than detested in her own home.
The first thing she notices when they pull into the driveway is the red sign in the front lawn.
"You're selling it?" Lily asks, tone thick with disbelief.
Petunia barely glances over her shoulder. "Of course. Vernon and I will be living together after the wedding," she says. "We're not living here."
"The -" She whips her head toward her sister and away from the window. Petunia's steely gaze meets hers and tells her not to cause a scene.
That's what Petunia is always claiming she does. Lily, who apparently steals attention whenever she can and blows everything up so it's as dramatic as possible. But it's Petunia that makes her act that way.
Lily, who is so dangerous and unreasonable that she's sent off to a school for special cases. Her parents always wanted to call it a program for gifted students, but she doubts that Petunia maintains that illusion. For her, Lily is a problem that is sent away so she doesn't have to face it. When Lily isn't there to defend herself, Vernon can easily believe whatever Petunia says about her.
Now that she's here, Petunia needs some way to control her.
Petunia's gaze tells her that she can't express the hurt that comes from being told about her sister's engagement in such a throwaway manner. She has to act like this isn't news. What kind of sister wouldn't write about her happy engagement?
"Of course not," Lily says through partly clenched teeth. "Why would you do that?"
She slams the door a little harder than necessary when she retreats to her bedroom.
Winter break is off to a rough start, and it doesn't show signs of improvement. That 'For Sale' sign, Lily knows, is the only thing stopping Petunia from kicking her out of the house. Lily sees it for what it is - a deadline. The house isn't going to be here for her at the end of her last term.
She needs to solve that problem herself.
Although they're staying in the same house, Lily and Petunia don't cross paths frequently. Most mornings, Lily wakes up early and takes her breakfast to go. She wanders the neighborhood aimlessly, munching on her wrapped bagel as she goes.
Sometimes, she meets up with Severus. He's also avoiding his house, so they at least don't have to roam alone.
As she settles into this routine, Lily gives herself permission to shove off the thoughts about where she'll be in a few months. The end of school and the Daily Prophet already have her worried about it, so this is another layer. It's not wholly unexpected. She was going to have to find her own way somehow.
As they tend to do more and more often, Lily's thoughts wander to Jamie.
Once the shock value of Vernon Dursley at the train station and Petunia's continued disregard for her feelings wears off, she remembers their last meeting on the train.
Where do they stand?
Lily scuffs her trainer on the road. They're walking without a destination. Walking keeps them warmer than standing, though, so she wraps a scarf over her cheeks and continues on their circuit of the neighborhood.
Beside her, Severus' voice raises at the end of his sentence like he asked a question.
It takes a beat for her to notice that he's expecting a response.
"Mhm," Lily hums non-committedly.
"Lily," Severus says, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, "what is it?"
A little delayed, Lily halts too, turning on her heel to look back at him.
"What do you mean?"
"You're distracted."
"Oh." The three feet of space between them, the time it took for her to notice that he stopped, makes that impossible to deny. "Sorry. Thinking."
She should be able to think about better kisses. Sitting on the staircase, coaxing a smile out of her with a confession. Fumbling in the broom cupboard and wanting to get closer. Jamie's eyes right before she kissed Lily's forehead so tenderly.
Instead, Lily keeps replaying her biting too hard and them not fitting together.
He looks at her levelly, not believing her flimsy denial. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," she says.
She definitely can't tell Severus that Jamie Potter is on her mind. If they couldn't talk about Cornelia's relationship, they certainly can't talk about hers. Not that she's even sure that it is a relationship.
"I'm thinking about Petunia," she tries again. "I don't even know why I bothered to come back. She doesn't want me here. I would have gotten more done if I stayed at school."
"It's our last time here," Severus replies, starting to walk again. "In a few months, you won't even have to talk to her."
That's probably supposed to be a comfort, but her stomach twists. Without the house or this thin layer of obligation, Severus is right. Once Petunia is married and doesn't share her last name, they won't have any reason to be together.
She didn't realize how being the Evans sisters held them together, even barely, until the prospect of it completely snapping sits in front of her.
"Yeah," Lily answers quietly. She shoves her hands in her pockets. "Do you want to get something to eat at the corner shop? Vernon's coming over tonight, so I think I'm going to pass on that."
He nods. He doesn't need to provide an explanation for why he doesn't want to go back to his parents' house for her to know it. She thinks she might be in that place herself too.
"Prongs. If you look out that window and pout one more time…"
Jamie readjusts her cheek on her palm and lets out a long-suffering sigh before Sirius can even finish. It's like she isn't even pretending to listen.
"Prongs!"
She looks over at him, but her eyes are still glazed with daydreams. "Yeah," she mumbles. "Whatever you say, Pads."
Sirius groans and gets up to sit on the window seat with his best friend. This is supposed to be some time away from the threat of detention. The Potters usually laugh at their jokes instead of assigning punishment.
Instead, he's spent most of the last few days trying to get Jamie to stop thinking about Lily Evans - even though she stubbornly refuses to admit that she's thinking about her at all.
"Ruining your holiday isn't going to change anything," Sirius says, shoving aside Jamie's feet to make room for himself. "Have you thought about writing her?"
Like the prick she is, Jamie tosses a pillow at him. "Writing who?"
"Evans!" Sirius answers, throwing his hands out in an exasperated motion. "Who else?"
"I'm not thinking about Evans," Jamie denies immediately. The tips of her ears turn red. If she didn't want to get caught so easily, she shouldn't have tied her hair back. She hugs her knees to her chest and looks out the window again.
"Prongs," Sirius says, trying to sound as patient as possible. "If she's making you stare out of windows all the bloody time, maybe you should, I dunno, write to her?"
"Even if I was thinking about Evans," she says, tracing a line of moisture across the glass. "Why does that mean she wants me to write?"
Are they talking about the same Evans?
"Because you're snogging? Girls usually want to talk about that kind of stuff." He nudges Jamie's foot with his own. "You obviously do."
"Yeah, we might have snogged at the party -" Jamie hedges when she meets Sirius' eye. "All right. And after Transfiguration and on the train, but -"
"You snogged on the train? You didn't tell me that."
The red spreads to add two spots on her cheeks. "It was…" Jamie lowers her fingers to pick at the fringe of a pillow. "Not like the other times."
"That's what has you like this?" Sirius gestures broadly at her. "A bad kiss? C'mon, Prongs."
"It wasn't bad, exactly. Different." She shifts uncomfortably and pulls at the pillow's fringe. "But if she wanted to talk about it, she would have written to me. I haven't gotten anything, so maybe she wants to forget about the whole thing."
"You haven't written her either," Sirius says. "What if she's sitting around, wondering why you haven't said anything about it? Evans gets all in her head about everything. Plus, she has Snivellus to deal with."
The mention of Lily's housemate makes Jamie's shoulders rise to her ears. "I dunno, Padfoot. It's complicated with Evans."
"Yeah," Sirius mutters, "especially if you keep not talking about it."
"She could write," Jamie argues. "If I'm as obvious as you say, she knows. If she's not writing, it's because she wants to forget about it. She got everything out of her system and doesn't want…" Jamie swallows and looks out of the window again. "It's fine."
"Prongs, listen to me. You need to write to Evans and tell her something. Knowing her, she's probably come up with a million different wrong answers. Besides, Evans doesn't have an owl," Sirius says the last part slowly. "If you don't send her something, how is she going to reach you? Muggle post?"
It's as if someone flipped on a switch behind Jamie's eyes. They light up, changing color from the stormy brown of the last few days to a clear hazel.
Every so often, Sirius gets to be completely and totally right about something. He should start writing down when it happens to show Moony.
"Padfoot!" Jamie exclaims, jumping up from the window seat. "That's why she hasn't written. She doesn't have an owl!"
Sirius lifts a brow. "Come up with that yourself?"
Jamie's grin is so wide that it might crack. She spins around and nearly trips on the edge of the carpet. Even when she's acting like a complete fool, Jamie is too damn charming for her own good. It's part of the reason they often manage to slide out of trouble.
"I'll send her something now," Jamie runs out of the room. Barely a few seconds pass before she looks back into the room. "She's bound to write me back, isn't she?"
"Of course," Sirius answers confidently. He saw Lily's expression when she came downstairs at the Gryffindor's party. No matter what Evans tries to convince those snakes in her house, Sirius can see it all over her face.
Jamie nods and leaves again.
"Should I tell Mia you're skipping dinner to compose some sonnets for your lady love?" he calls. He's done a good deed, so he deserves some amount of giving Jamie grief.
Jamie pauses by the doorway only long enough to give him a rude hand gesture. When she disappears again, Sirius lets his bark of laughter follow her.
Hope your holiday is treating you well. How is everything? Mum must think Hogwarts starves us, because she won't stop shoving food our way. It's all fantastic, of course, but... Is it bad that I miss the pumpkin pasties? Don't tell my mum. I haven't even looked at a textbook yet, but I bet you have everything done already. Been thinking about you. Happy Christmas, Evans. - J
Thank you for the owl! I've been suffocating here. Holidays are fine, but I'm ready to be back. I miss the pasties too, but my sister hasn't been shoving sweets my way. She's getting married, so they're always busy talking about it. Not much room for other things in the house right now. Managed to get most of my school stuff done already because there isn't anything else interesting to do. What are you and Sirius doing over there? I can't imagine you having a quiet Christmas. Write soon. - L
We're doing most of what you would expect. Flying in the backyard, making stupid bets, and reminding Mum and Dad how lucky they are to have us. One of Mum's friends suggested something was off about her cookies, and we can't have that. Since then, we've been testing Mum's recipes so she knows they're perfect. I thought we might need your opinion too. The package attached has a good mix of my favorites. Hope you like them. Set my poor mum's mind at ease. How is wedding planning? - J
Tell your mother that her friend is a fool and she needs to go into business with those cookies. It didn't take long before they were all nearly gone. I've been trying to save one, but it's taunting me right now. I'm making myself finish this note before eating it, but I don't promise that it will make it much longer than that. As for wedding planning, Petunia's made it very clear that I won't be in the wedding. They don't need me around. I haven't been doing much of anything. At least we'll be back in a few days. - L
If you wanted more, Evans, all you had to do was ask. Let me know if this batch lasts any longer. Mum's still a little worried about the recipe, but I taste tested them. They're safe. Your sister sounds absolutely delightful. What's her problem? Guess it's not so bad that I haven't met her yet, all things considered. If she doesn't realize what she's got with you as her sister, that's her loss. Everything all right? I'll see you soon. - J
Managed to make them last a little longer this time. Is there some magical ingredient that I can't buy at the corner shop? I don't think I've ever made anything that good in my entire life. Don't worry about me, though. If she's right, I'm being overly dramatic and sensitive about the whole thing. Petunia and I don't get along, but it's all right. I'm all right. Thanks for the notes and cookies. They're a bright spot in this holiday. Meet me when we get back? - L
Of course. See you then. - J