Post by Estelle Williams on Jun 23, 2006 19:59:13 GMT -5
Estelle Williams, the resident blue-haired art instructor, entered the kitchen, and briefly examined it.
It was a Saturday morning, and it looked as if no one had been up yet. Which wasn't that surprising, really. A bunch of kids, a weekend...sleeping in was the likely thing that would happen.
She set about making herself a quick breakfast. She had work to do today, and she needed to have at least some coffee before she could function properly.
Starting up a pot of coffee took only moments. She hadn't been here long, but long enough to know where the coffee makings were. She took a seat on the edge of the counter, and waited for the brew to be fniished.
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It was a Saturday morning, and it looked as if no one had been up yet. Which wasn't that surprising, really. A bunch of kids, a weekend...sleeping in was the likely thing that would happen.
She set about making herself a quick breakfast. She had work to do today, and she needed to have at least some coffee before she could function properly.
Starting up a pot of coffee took only moments. She hadn't been here long, but long enough to know where the coffee makings were. She took a seat on the edge of the counter, and waited for the brew to be fniished.
(Tag: Anyone.)
