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She stood with her black face some six inches from the moist window-pane and wondered when on earth it would ever stop raining. It was bad enough that she was stuck there, but the rain just made the entire situation less manageable. At least she had her candles and piano music to keep her somewhat sane. She was alone, and she was just fine with that. No one could get to her in the storm anyway. She pulled herself away from the window illuminated with lightning and the pitter-patter of drops, echoing her uneasy mind. The drumming on the glass was calming to her. She lit a candle and began to set her place for dinner when she heard a sharp rat, rat, rat coming from upstairs. She chuckled. Her imagination always had been overactive in situations such as this. She finished her dinner and set off to put a record on her mother’s old phonograph. She would truly miss her mother; it was a shame those events turned out the way they did. As she settled down for the evening, listening to the sharp rain against the window, she finally felt content. She was alone. Besides, in this storm, no one would ever find out where she was or what she had done.  

There had been some discussion of death but I did not know at the time, so just like normal I was staring off into space just day dreaming about whatever my mind wandered to. It was a pretty slow morning so I could just relax and day dream. My mind wandered to stories I was think about starting or new ones I thought would be interesting. My day dreaming was cut short by something I heard someone say, “She pasted away last night”. Now that caught my attention and all I wondered was Who pasted away last night. So I did the sneaky thing and got closer to find out and staying hidden in the shadows to learn more. I saw my mother and grandmother talking and well they both looked visibly upset so I knew at that moment it was someone important to both of them but being the little rapscallion I am I stayed in the shadows waiting for the information I wanted to know. My mom and grandmother kept going on about I can not believe she is gone. For me this was torture. Then finally my mother went on about her grandmother. My great grandmother. That is when I realized who they were talking about. All I thought at the time is that can not be true because she was not that old to be passing away (Oh poor younger me not knowing the age of people). I also thought how I would never taste the tasty cookies and pies my great grandmother made anymore. It also made me realize that family get togethers would never be the same.

Her supply of Salve Herb, Snake Foil and Queenspice was starting to run out. Maybe someone would come by and pick them for her. Or better yet, someone would buy some Herbalism supplies from her. She had all manner of vials, potions, secondary ingredients. But lately, no one has visited her. She had plenty to do inside, with some of the more rarer herbs keeping her busy. But she still felt alone, unwanted. Maybe she would venture out to grab that extremely rare herb from the mountains after the rain. Maybe.

He didn’t pay attention to the news, there was nothing he wanted to hear anyway. Instead, Simon thought about work. He had to at least finish grading tests today, he had promised the students that they would be done by Monday. He though he also better get an assignment ready for next weekend so he didn’t have to do it during the week. Leaving the TV on, Simon trudged to the kitchen for a second cup of coffee before starting his work.