PEMBERTON
Last night Gerry had stayed up all hours watching late night cartoons until she found sleep, only to arise this morning with the sun. So she’d dragged herself out of bed and headed into town to collect the local paper, the Ashwood Chatterer, since they tried to stay in the town loop and keep an eye out for local phenomena. Or at least that was her cover story for heading out to grab a pack of smokes. Three weeks ago she declared to the entire house that she’d quit the habit. Hence why she was hiding out outside to finish her cigarette.
Gerry took one last drag before stubbing her cigarette butt into the ashtray she’d hidden behind the bird fountain. Walking in, she headed straight for the kitchen where Eva was hovering about the coffee pot, looking like the queen she was. “Jesus, it's way too chirpy in here for this time of morning,” She said wrinkling her nose as if smelling a rotting corpse. The happiness and cheer seemed to cling to the walls. “You can tell Ravana hasn’t made an appearance in here yet.” Gerry always appreciated Ravana’s presence because she could always be counted on to make things exciting. Or at least give a recount of her latest sexcapade.
“Was just out fetching the paper. Wanna hear the big scoop of the day?” Gerry pulled the paper out from where she’d tucked it under her arm and slapped it on to the bench with a wry grin. “Mr. Norris caught a 7kg brown trout, breaking the town record.” Gerry sighed and shrugged, she supposed that was small town life. Her life now. “Maybe that’ll make up for the baby not being his. I ran into the very pregnant Mrs. Norris the other day, the guilt of the affair was practically dripping off her.”
Then Gerry circled the kitchen counter to, rudely, grab the coffee pot out of Eva’s hands. “God, you always make the best coffee, I swear.” She said whilst grabbing herself a mug and pouring herself a cup. A nice, strong, black cup of coffee was the only breakfast she craved so she headed to the table and snagged herself a seat. "Morning ladies."