Which is true. Laurie's adjusting, still. She's trying to wade through her days carefully, trying to get better at deciding what moves to make, trying to feel out what might be progress. She still wants progress, she just-- Some things are moving quickly and some things feel like a slog, and she not sure how she can possibly feel so ill-equipped, but here she is.
She feels bad about being here without Josh, that the little snag of distance between the three of them feels like it's in danger of ripping open, little by little. But that's also her stupid emotional fragility in these matters, her extensive history of crushing loneliness, and the fact that she feels a little odd-one-out at this particular party.
But she's okay. She's intact. Her hair and her makeup came out great, and she'd miraculously thrifted a well-balanced party dress. She is, mirroring David, very much into keeping a drink in-hand.
She glances around the party and jokes, "Am I the only woman you know?"
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Which is true. Laurie's adjusting, still. She's trying to wade through her days carefully, trying to get better at deciding what moves to make, trying to feel out what might be progress. She still wants progress, she just-- Some things are moving quickly and some things feel like a slog, and she not sure how she can possibly feel so ill-equipped, but here she is.
She feels bad about being here without Josh, that the little snag of distance between the three of them feels like it's in danger of ripping open, little by little. But that's also her stupid emotional fragility in these matters, her extensive history of crushing loneliness, and the fact that she feels a little odd-one-out at this particular party.
But she's okay. She's intact. Her hair and her makeup came out great, and she'd miraculously thrifted a well-balanced party dress. She is, mirroring David, very much into keeping a drink in-hand.
She glances around the party and jokes, "Am I the only woman you know?"