#va verse

Holding the umbrella over the man’s head was a bit difficult, given her short height. Geddie found herself stretching her arms a bit, making sure she wasn’t bumping the man’s head with it.

When he spoke to her, she smiled and tilted her head.

“No sweat,” she replied. “It’s unusually stormy today, and you looked like you could use it.”

With her free hand, she extended her hand toward him for a handshake.

Vacations were always a great thing. They provided the perfect opportunity to get away from the redundancies of life, as well as the questionable people Ethyl often competed with during barrel races.

For this month, she’d chosen to visit Italy. She’d heard it was nice, and a pretty good tourist destination, to boot. Of course, she’d brought along her dog as well--Starr, her beloved Weimaraner. 

After a casual, lazy stroll in the town, Ethyl had stopped by a cafe for a quick bite to eat and a cup of coffee. For a moment, she had to leave her dog’s side to enter the cafe and place her order. She’d already made up her mind to sit outdoors so she could be with her dog.

But for now, she had to grab her coffee while the servers prepared her meal: a small soup and half a sandwich meal, with potato chips and a cookie.

The coffee was self-serve, with the urns sitting on a counter near the cash registers. Ethyl trudged toward it and paused, paper cup in hand.

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Geddie was bored out of her mind. And combined with  that, she really needed some new clothes. Especially a hat. She loved hats--but the one she wore on a regular basis had grown a little worn.

She was due. And if she remembered correctly, there was a nice-looking clothes place in this town. She hoped someone who worked there would be able to custom-make a hat for her.

With high hopes, Geddie made her way there. The walk was pleasant, thanks to the bright sky and the cool, crisp air. And it wasn’t too long of a walk, either. Geddie often passed this place when she had to go places--but she’d never stopped inside.

Today, it was time.

"I am not hitting a wo- oof,” Alaric choked out, hitting the ground, barely sparing a moment to wonder how a woman how came up to his bellybutton could land him on his ass every time. What e had to focus on more was not getting knocked on his ass.

They agreed that neither Rose, nor Janine, ever needed to hear about the night Zmey blew off an appointment and took his strange new houseguest to a strip club off the interstate for the afternoon.

Or early morning - Alaric had stopped caring about the timezones, and insomnia was becoming relative.