olive greets her with a ‘susan.’ and a sly smile, directed temporarily at the back of her head. it sounds as wrong now as it ever did, which is precisely why she’s taken this entrance instead of the other: she likes to be recognized before she’s seen.
‘ tell me you can fit me in, ’ she says, nodding at the stage now she’s got her attention. ‘ been so long since i saw the east coast. has it missed me? ’ have you?
@gaslite, olive!








