Holly and Harry are so easy to write. I just pile up all their baggage and drive them at each other.
Oh, yeah. If you ever want to be miserable, just imagine Toby's brief parole. Should have been a glorious homecoming, but Harrison only died a week or two earlier. Toby's mother was freshly-widowed; Holly just buried another parent-figure. Harry had been dragged out of his familiar home in San Diego to a house of strangers in mourning and told this is where he lives now.
I'd love to write it, but I can't see any way to work in any sex or cheerfulness, so instead I've just threaded it through the background of this story.
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Thanks, helvetica!
Holly and Harry are so easy to write. I just pile up all their baggage and drive them at each other.
Oh, yeah. If you ever want to be miserable, just imagine Toby's brief parole. Should have been a glorious homecoming, but Harrison only died a week or two earlier. Toby's mother was freshly-widowed; Holly just buried another parent-figure. Harry had been dragged out of his familiar home in San Diego to a house of strangers in mourning and told this is where he lives now.
I'd love to write it, but I can't see any way to work in any sex or cheerfulness, so instead I've just threaded it through the background of this story.
S.