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Kansas City, MO, Friday Evening
Dec. 4th, 2010 12:56 amKate's evening trip to the Crossroads District's First Fridays artwalk shindig wasn't going as well as last time. She didn't really feel at home, and she felt like everyone at Lynda's loft was silently judging her for the Santa hat she couldn't exactly take off. But then Lynda told her she looked cute with it, and so she beamed at her – for about as long as it took for the woman to tell her it was a shame Tara hadn't been able to make it.
"Mom?" Kate asked, trying to seem amused by the idea. It didn't come off convincing. "Why would she have come here?"
Lynda gave her that occasionally annoying tolerant smile. "Girl, she's been coming 'round here for a while now to work on some projects with me." And then she was pulled away by some artsy friend or other, to discuss artsy things Kate really didn't understand.
Just like she didn't particularly want to understand that her mom's acquaintance with Lynda hadn't stopped at a borrowed projector. Unbelievable.
She didn't stay for too long after that.
[ooc: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay. Thematically taken from USoT S02E08, I suppose.]
"Mom?" Kate asked, trying to seem amused by the idea. It didn't come off convincing. "Why would she have come here?"
Lynda gave her that occasionally annoying tolerant smile. "Girl, she's been coming 'round here for a while now to work on some projects with me." And then she was pulled away by some artsy friend or other, to discuss artsy things Kate really didn't understand.
Just like she didn't particularly want to understand that her mom's acquaintance with Lynda hadn't stopped at a borrowed projector. Unbelievable.
She didn't stay for too long after that.
[ooc: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay. Thematically taken from USoT S02E08, I suppose.]
