Room 406, later in the evening.
Jun. 28th, 2007 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenPeter had been quiet during the walk back from the barbeque, and he slipped away to his room as soon as they reached the fourth floor. Reluctantly Isabel let him go.
She let herself into her own room and flopped down on the bed, thinking back over the last twenty four hours. The the beach had been lots of fun. Even if some conversations were decidedly unhappy. Fortunately other conversations made up for it. Breakfast had been entertaining and she'd been able to help Aravis.
All in all, life was good. She should be happy, but Isabel couldn't forget how quickly August was approaching.
Flipping on the radio, she stared at the ceiling.
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She let herself into her own room and flopped down on the bed, thinking back over the last twenty four hours. The the beach had been lots of fun. Even if some conversations were decidedly unhappy. Fortunately other conversations made up for it. Breakfast had been entertaining and she'd been able to help Aravis.
All in all, life was good. She should be happy, but Isabel couldn't forget how quickly August was approaching.
Flipping on the radio, she stared at the ceiling.
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