Room 505, Before Graduation

[thatsamilkshake]

Separation of beds? Check. Francine's bed was pushed back over to the window, and neatly made.

Mostly because it hadn't been slept in last night. The other bed? Ahahaha. Pile of rumpled blankets, pillows, and girl-in-a-slip struggling with the second pair of panty-hose this morning. Francine swore -- the Katchoo way and then the oathy way -- that one more run and she was just saying screw it and going bare-legged.

[OOC: For the girl and the Mom of Dooooom]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Good time for Katchoo to get back from the shower, wasn't it?

"Francie?" she asked, pushing through the door. "What's going o -- oh."

That headbanging was looking kind of good.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh," Francine agreed. "I was just telling Mom about Lily." She did the best she could telepathically add HINT, HINT to that statement. With the telepathy she didn't have.

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

And the mind-reading Katchoo didn't have to go with it!

Nor did Marie, for that matter.

Although she did notice --

"Lily?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Her name was Lily. Lillian," Francine explained. "We named her after your grandmother, I think."

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Blink. Blink.

And then, finally, "Well, that's a bit morbid, honey."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine turned to give her a look of confusion, which was at least a change from loving frustration. "Why? People name their kids after ancestors all the time."

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

"Oh, honey." Marie shifted awkwardly, glancing toward the door and back in clear, if mild, discomfort. "We don't talk about her much . . . it's such a sad story. She died so young."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine frowned. It couldn't have been that young; she'd at least had a son first. "I didn't know that. What happened to her?"