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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 7:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:54 pm
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"Actually it's pretty neat, it's everyday stuff, but as it was written during the war it gets pretty interesting. Apparently Sophia, the lady who it was sent to - and my possible relative, had emmigrated from Europe to over here, and just had a baby. It was her friend,...Ah h.. Ab...i-gail that was writing. " Elodie tilted her head as she thought of the name, it had been slow in coming.
She went back to sorting through the scrap book sheets and held up a pastel type of azure. "Sophia had made her the babies' godmother and named her daughter Abigail too, so the original Abigail was writing to say thanks, and ask how things were going. Though you can tell things must have been pretty bleak, she was pretty down, talking about how she couldn't see having kids of her own. Made me wonder if the food shortage was so bad or if stress had gotten to her. Or if guys were just that scarce in general during that time." Elodie tucked the sheet into the crook of her elbow as she started looking at smaller card sheets with designs of pop up clouds, parasols, or cradles. Though she didn't think she wanted a full sheet of any of it, she started inspecting an ivory white for beneath the pastel.
"Seemed like a hard life, the poor lady. It's too bad she couldn't of moved too." she added, then paid for her sheets.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 6:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 5:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 7:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 5:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 10:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 6:58 pm
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(Sorry! I'm on hospital orientation- long days, and hey, who wants the sun to shine ALL the time? Earth needs rain don'cha know ^.^ )
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Elodie looked up at the scream, then turned to look at the crowd spawning towards her and her new table friends. She saw Mark appear in front of her when only a moment ago he'd been across the table at her side. He was quickly followed by Miranda.
She looked ahead of them to the source of the commotion, saw the blonde girl striding toward a guy who was clearly under the control of a psychotic episode. But it was the poor man slumped stunned on the ground that made Elodie run. She dropped her bag and grabbed a towel on the run. She was fast and managed to catch up and surpass even Mark though they weren't exactly running to the same place. She crashed to her knees in front of the injured man. As the knife was still in his cheek, Elodie figured he could walk, and getting away from Tableware Tom was probably the best course of action.
"Don't try to talk" she told the man grabbing under his elbow and around his waist. She didn't know if the knife had any pressure on his tongue but she sure didn't want him to cause any more damage. "I'm a nurse, I'm going to help you- but we need to move. Can you do that? I'll help - come on, on 3, one, two -" Hefting on three and using the worst body mechanics of her life, Elodie shifted the man upwards and onto his feet, turning her back on crazy Tom and hoping against heck the fork prongs weren't too long.
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