Semi-Daily Scribbles

Change was on its way, and Lori needed to pack her bags. She laughed at her meager choices as she rifled through drawers. Packing would take all of five minutes, so she tiptoed across the hall and opened the door to Lynne's room. Big sis had a job, which meant she had a few extra items of a wearable nature that wouldn't be missed when life, as Lori understood it, came to an end. She'd gladly replace any nicked pieces of apparel, provided she made it past the first wave. But then there was that thing about being unemployed Lori'd have to deal with, eventually. She flicked on the overhead light, its harsh arc washed out the pigment of Lori's spray on tan, and reached deep into Lynne's closet. She pulled out a sleeveless dress. It was in a Kleen & Steam Dry Cleaners bag. Lori never understood why you'd buy something you couldn't wash at home. She held up the hanger and shook her head. The dress was the color of melted Velveeta. Lori knew her chance of survival on the run would be greatly diminished if she went about looking like a grilled cheese sandwich. She hung the dress back up, turned off the light, closed the door behind her, and tiptoed down the hall to Petey's room.