#patronofhellskitchen

Sometimes, people would come to the orphange, just to spend time with the kids there. Usually the people who came either avoided him entirely or stuck by him the entire day. Seemed like this one would be the latter. “Sure” They didn’t have that many books in braille, all of which he’d read many times. Matt would try and check out braille books at the library but those were starting to be reread as well. Maybe he’d get a new story this time.

Karen looked through her bag and laughed softly. “I’ve got Pet Sematary and a psych textbook. And this month’s Cosmo. Take your pick? Next time, I’ll bring more of a selection.” She was working community service to get a few college credits, but really, she enjoyed working with kids. 

The alarm blared loudly at three o’clock in the morning. She was both starving and sleepy. Not the best combination to try and cook something, but Virginia had tried anyway.

“Shit!” She stood on a step ladder, fanning away the smoke and praying to whatever gods were listening that the machine would stop before the super arrived.

Send me “What did you just call me?” and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.

                         ‘ is there anything ELSE in your apartment besides alcohol and coffee? ’ 

             fingers skim across the counter, over shelves, along the knobs of cabinets. it’s a bit of a             STRETCH, really ;; there’s some things in the fridge. condiments, at the very least. ironic,             because she doesn’t see anything to use it with.

                                                                             unless he just likes to eat spoonfuls of ketchup. 

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