The Pool; Sunday Afternoon [03/21].

[white_oleander]

If today wasn't the sort of day for Astrid to spend floating around in the quiet, cavernous abyss of the dorm's basement pool, she wouldn't know what would be. Because a call had been made and an appointment set, and next week, she would be meeting with none other than Susan D. Valeris, hot shot Hollywood lawyer and headline chaser, with her dark hair and red lips. Susan D. Valeris, the woman who was taking up her mother's case, the woman who was trying to insist that Ingrid was innocent, that she was a victim of a wrongful and deplorable arrest, that she should be free. A woman who wanted Astrid's help in defying the reality that had happened across her very eyes.

All of a sudden, it really did seem long ago. Almost four years now. And memories could be hazy...

But for now, it was just the water beneath her and the innertube that allowed her to drift into the abyss as she stared up at the ceiling and tried not to think, tried not to plan, tried to just put herself in fates hands until Susan said what she had to say and hopefully, Astrid would never have to deal with her or think about Ingrid anywhere else but where she was now ever again.


[[ and she was well overdue for a pool post! open of course! ]]