No More Sunflowers

( Of course Mara didn't have any real idea of what she was getting into here. )

So, I have a date. I asked someone out. I think I may be certifiably insane after all. His name's Adam. He's really neat. And he's even freakier than I am. Which is neat too.

I need a pretty dress but I don't know if I can find anything to go with Grandma's long satin gloves. I always wear the gloves with a sleeveless dress. The mess on my wrists that the demon left isn't anything that I did to myself; I don't like seeing it, and I don't want Adam to either.

Maybe I can hit the dress shop at lunch. Meanwhile, I've been perfecting my egg-salad-making techniques.

*beep* Hi, this is Mara. If you're trying to reach me or the art shop, please leave a message and I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can.

( Cut for technical thingies and schtuff )

( Just some random notes on Mara's powers and disabilities. )

*most of the page is dominated by a large drawing of a tall, leonine blond man in a black cassock, but without a collar. He has raven wings on his back, rumpled and missing a few feathers.*

I've been drawing for hours, and the further I get from Boston, the less sunflowers show up in my sketchbook. I think I'm doing the right thing, going away from Alex instead of towards. But I can't help it. I still miss him as badly as he misses me.

Maybe San Francisco will offer me some kind of distraction. I really have to stop thinking about him.