Chapter 2

I didn't think it was possible to get even colder but hello here we are today on a day that is colder. Usually on a Wednesday, I would be gifted the grace of not having to trek into town for work; which frankly is still true I don't have to slave my soul away at Shorty's today. However, I still have to trek it into town, which means leaving the house in my 16 million thermal layers. Alas, it must be done! I think I'd be less peeved off if it wasn't just to post a letter for Wynonna honestly. Why couldn't she do it when she goes into town?

"You know why baby girl, I'm too busy doing Black Badge important detective shit or whatever - you get it though, right?"

I did not get it, but I'm too kind to ever decline anyone anything. Is it my greatest fault or my greatest skill? I will never know, nor will I ever change. I could never imagine being unkind to anyone, not even if they really deserved it. Okay, that's a blatant lie – if they truly deserve it, then I will unleash the beast within! The beast within unfortunately is still generous with her words.

But again, I just looked at the clock – the words escaping my mouth are anything far from 'kind' and 'generous' as I notice that the time is actually 2:34pm – I've slept in way too late. I'm losing daylight fast, I only have 3 hours to make myself presentable to the seeing eye. Maybe a little extra presentable, I mean you never know who you might run into in this tiny town. Or who you hope to run into.

-x-

To make the running-late issue worse, I cannot for the freaking life of me find this stupid letter I'm meant to post. Left it on the kitchen table did you Wynonna? I don't think so! In fact, I know so. There's only so many times I can move the salt and pepper shakers in the hopes it miraculously appears out of thin air in front of me. This is just insanity. Is it so difficult to leave something in the place you said? Or to tell me where you actually left it. Is it so hard? It is Wynonna… so yes.

"UGH!"

My frustration is growing, time is fleeting. Running around the house and throwing anything that stands in my way seems like the only viable option right now. To find a Wynonna object, I must think like Wynonna.

She had the letter, she went to put it down but… she got hungry! It must be in the fridge. No? Well it must be in the cutlery draw. No. It must be on the couch, because she's lazy in the morning – and afternoon, and night. I've thrown up every cushion in this house and not a single envelope. Maybe she left it on her bed, that's the most logical. I'll scan every surface I pass as I go up there, dear GOD where is this damned letter?

Things do not disappear into the abyss out of nowhere – usually. In this case I'm sure she's just put it in a really simple place and I've accidentally overlooked it. Surely. Surely. I'll check the kitchen table again. Surely, it's there right. Right? Maybe if I run my fingers over the table it'll magickly appear – what the hell?

And just like that, it appeared. Not that it wasn't there the whole time, I mean it was definitely there the whole time. She put it under the table cover. Who does that? That's insane! Wynonna is not normal, that is not normal behaviour. To top it all off, there's no address. Just a name and a bunch of stamps. Are you kidding me?

-x-

"WYNONNA EARP!" I yell, as angrily as I could muster as I storm into the sheriff's office The look on Wynonna's face making me even more upset as she flashed the cheekiest grin she could muster.

"Hey baby girl, how's your day? Say, did you manage to post that letter for me? Such a big help, aren't you? Knew I could count on you. Uh oh, what's wrong? Did I leave the stove top on again? Or did I –"

All I could do was aggressively hold the envelope in front of me, hoping she would notice the lack of important information needed for posting a letter.

"Oh, you found it! Did I forget to put the address on?"

"Yes."

"Oopsie daisy! Give it here. Nobody's perfect Waves, cheer up."

Is she serious right now? Is she honestly brushing this off like it's no big deal?

"Wynonna, I turned the house upside down looking for that. Why did you think I would know to look under the table cover? Who… who does that? Furthermore, how do you forget the ADDRESS?" I really have to calm down, I'm sure she didn't even realise her mistakes.

"Well you see, I was more occupied by what whiskey I was going to drink. I couldn't choose between a single malt and a blend and by the time I had a few shots of each to decide well… the whiskey did it! It was not me. You cannot blame me. Facts are facts."

"You can post it yourself, maybe your best friend Jack Daniels can show you to the post office. I don't have time to do your stupid bidding Wynonna!"

We stood in silence for a minute as Wynonna looked utterly shocked at the fact I had shown such outrage toward her. It's true, doing her trivial tasks for her is frustrating! I could be doing my own trivial tasks. I could even be sitting in front of the fire at home instead of risking my nose falling off in the icy cold breeze.

"I'll see you later, Wynonna."