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Date Posted: 06:24:59 10/31/02 Thu
Author: Kande's Sis
Subject: KS punches at her pillow
In reply to: kande 's message, "Gathering herself, Kenamom begins plotting strategy." on 02:57:29 10/31/02 Thu

"Ow!" she gasps and cradles her fist. Bubba's pillow is not only as hard as a rock, it IS a rock. She sighs and tries to stretch out on the little cot, but her feet stick out over the edge and she rams them into the wall.

Stupid Mayor assigning us different stupid living quarters, she thinks glumly to herself as she tries to wrap herself up in the postage stamp-sized blanket. It's so threadbare, that it feels as unsubstantial as a piece of gauze.

"How can Bubba live this way?" she bellows out the open door. But there's no one to hear her agony. Kande went racing out the door with Stardoe, Rabid, and IG an hour ago. CW had hastily packed up her knitting needles, stabbing Detoured in the process, and then the two had sidled out after the small group. KS sits up on the cot and feels sorry for herself. She extends her arms at her sides. Just as she'd thought, the room was so small her fintertips touched the walls. She thinks longingly of JD and her spacious Victorian house with its torture chamber. She thinks about what she'd do to the Mayor in the torture chamber for having this idea about switching houses for the day. If she'd dared. If the Mayor wouldn't survive and tax the bejeezus out of her. Then she remembers that Melissa's been assigned to live in her house and her face darkens.

"That Melissa better be remembering to feed my animals," she says out loud in the darkness.

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