Hall of Infinite Doors
You are suggesting to Jenny that you ought to find Ashley a change of clothes when Sonya comes in. She's in a fit.
"I can't find her anywhere. What happened?"
"At least we have her car," you remind. "She can't go anywhere."
Sonya's expression changes. "But where could she be?"
"Hey-ya, Sonya," cuts in Jenny. "Would you have a change of clothes for Ash in there?"
"Check upstairs. Second bedroom from the right." Sonya walks off.
The first bedroom appears to be the master bedroom. The second has a more promising collection of women's clothes. Jenny finds a snazzy one piece black dress that zips up in front. It's sexy for sure. But you find another vest to replace the one she fell in. If she wants to be a cowgirl, let her be a cowgirl. This one is off-white, but who cares?
Jenny tends to like your logic, but you see how sexy her dress is.
As you are standing there, you notice a picture on the mantle of Sonya's family when they were younger. Everyone is smiling. The blue-eyed, blonde-haired mom and dad: dad wearing spectacles. And the two daughters. The blonde one must be Anne. She takes after her parents. And then there's Sonya, complete with braces, but still grinning ear to ear. Wow.
Jenny looks at you holding the two clothing items. "Which do we use?"
"I can't find her anywhere. What happened?"
"At least we have her car," you remind. "She can't go anywhere."
Sonya's expression changes. "But where could she be?"
"Hey-ya, Sonya," cuts in Jenny. "Would you have a change of clothes for Ash in there?"
"Check upstairs. Second bedroom from the right." Sonya walks off.
The first bedroom appears to be the master bedroom. The second has a more promising collection of women's clothes. Jenny finds a snazzy one piece black dress that zips up in front. It's sexy for sure. But you find another vest to replace the one she fell in. If she wants to be a cowgirl, let her be a cowgirl. This one is off-white, but who cares?
Jenny tends to like your logic, but you see how sexy her dress is.
As you are standing there, you notice a picture on the mantle of Sonya's family when they were younger. Everyone is smiling. The blue-eyed, blonde-haired mom and dad: dad wearing spectacles. And the two daughters. The blonde one must be Anne. She takes after her parents. And then there's Sonya, complete with braces, but still grinning ear to ear. Wow.
Jenny looks at you holding the two clothing items. "Which do we use?"