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Saturday, February 4, 2012

I'm Hiding Under the Table

Ayden: I can't believe you.

Me: The ban on characters talking still stands!

Ayden: I don't care! Why is she here??

Me: You know perfectly well why.

Ayden: I don't want her here. And no one else does, either! You know what I was about to do! Why should we have to suffer her?

Me: Ayden, this may come as a shock to you, but you are not the only person in this story. There are other people who need resolution and closure too. I'm sorry that I had introduce Violet, but--

Violet: Did I hear my name?

Ayden: YOU!  Get. Out.

Me: Oh boy.

And that leads to today's entry title. Why I'm currently hiding under the dining room table where I do most of my work, trying to avoid the verbal shrapnel that's about go flying. Ayden has...taken a strong, definite, certainly not discreet stand on her opinion of Violet D'Ambrosia's entering the narrative at this point. And Violet...well, she's not being very forthcoming. I can't get a read on her (oh the irony) and she's not likely to be offering enlightenment any time soon. You know how a cat will hide and then come as if it's their idea all along, not like you've been calling them for the past five minutes? Violet's like that. Only worse, because cats can't talk.  And also aren't manipulative, malevolent, chaotic and just plain underhanded. Or at least, not all cats.

Violet: You give me such wonderful compliments.

Ayden: YOU...!

Me: Still hiding.

Over & Out,


  1. Oh, Rachel, you adorable paranoid schizophrenic. You enrich our lives with your oddities.

  2. ...I think there was supposed to be a compliment somewhere in there.