sandandwater: (looking down)
Nearly a week and Pippa had yet to send Aryn a thank you note for the flowers her Manhattan area friend sent over in recognition of her birthday. The arrangement was amusing and the flowers themselves lovely, but every time Pippa looked at them sitting on the kitchen counter, she felt a bit uneasy. Birthdays, her own birthdays, were not something Pippa liked to acknowledge.

It had nothing to do with getting older, she was only twenty-six and considered herself young by most standards. Laughably so if she took into account that she just helped Ro celebrate his 113th year. No, it had more to do with the her mother, the last birthday party Pippa had, and her belief that you couldn't much celebrate the child without also celebrating the mother.

However, she couldn't keep putting this off. Aryn had no way of knowing how Pippa felt and there was little excuse for being rude when someone gave you a thoughtful gift. Pippa pulled a sheet or two of her personalized stationary from her writing desk and carried it to the kitchen table along with a pen:

Aryn,

Thank you so very much for the flowers. They are lovely and I've been enjoying their bright colors all week. Ro wants to know if I plan to use the vase to make the mother of all margaritas once the blooms have finally wilted. I haven't
quite decided.

Pippa


She folded the note and placed it in an addressed envelop. It would go into the post the next day.
sandandwater: ([short hair] playful)
A lunch date with a casual friend, at noon and in Manhattan no less, meant Pippa had to do something she normally shied away from: wake up early. So much for reclaiming her life and her routine, she thought to herself as she stumbled around her kitchen making coffee. Mornings were not her favorite time of day. But she had to shower and dress, talk herself into a state of semi-normalcy so she could even face Aryn at the upscale bistro. And then of course, there was the drive.

"You're doing this, Kerr." Muttering to herself, coffee mug in hand, Pippa went back into her bedroom. She even managed a smile as she caught sight of her puppy curled against the sprawled form of her lover, both still sound asleep. She'd be tempted to rejoin them and cancel on Aryn if there were any room for her in the bed.

Instead, she showered and dressed in a favorite fall ensemble, something with long sleeves that afforded her the opportunity to hide her hands from view. From there she played with the hopelessly choppy lengths of her hair, finally giving up and leaving them in what she hoped passed for artful disarray. After Larch had butchered her long curly locks, Pippa resorted to straightening and further trimming her auburn mane in an attempt to rectify the damage. She wasn't satisfied with the results but until her hair grew out, there was little else she could do with it.

She left the apartment with those thoughts in her head, turned off the alarm on her car (recently returned to her after the mechanic's massive repairs) and set out for the bridge that would connect her with the much larger city. The radio was conspicuously silent for the duration of her drive. She hadn't been able to listen to anything by Breaker Street and other music held even less appeal to her.

Reaching her destination, she opted to valet park at Jaques'. Finding a place to self-park was never something she enjoyed and if she was going to put on her happy face and pretend life was wonderful, she didn't need that aggravation. Pippa shrugged her purse onto her right shoulder and tugged the sleeve of her left over her hand, holding the hem with her fingertips, hiding the missing pinky and the dark bruising as she handed over her car keys and got out of the green VW Bug.

Showtime.

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