#jacqueline fletcher

[melien]

Gen 7 and gen 10.

[melien]

Irene: No, Georgia, I haven’t noticed any change in Lydia’s mood lately! Man, how come I’m always supposed to fix gaps in your relationship? Maybe you’ll try to do it yourself for once?

Emery: What do you mean I’m snappy? It’s you who always acts like a drama queen!

Leila: Excuse me? I just asked you to move out of my way because this kitchen isn’t entirely yours, you know!

Emery: Have you actually noticed that I’m holding a kid? And you’re disturbing her with your yelling!

Leila: Wow, I’m disturbing a kid, what a fine accusation! Yes, you’re the only saint here, Emery! Everything has to be revolving around you all the time, and me? No one in this house ever wants to put up with my feelings!

Nate: I’m not here. I don’t know them. I’m a space traveler. 

[melien]

c u t i e s

[melien]

They’re finally aging up! It’s about time.

[melien]

A few months passed since the trip, and Emery is suddenly so good with children. I wonder why?

[melien]

Well, I caught them playing together and they seem quite content, so it’s okay I guess.

[melien]

I can’t figure out if they’re really close or really good at tolerating each other.

[melien]

Irene: Let me tell you a story, Lydia. It all started when my son knocked up his girlfriend, and eventually I became a grandmother of twins. Instead of helping me out, the said son is making a snowman outside together with the said girlfriend, which lasts for hours already because they’re determined to make a perfect snowman. Of course my other children don’t want to help out since it’s not their responsibility, dad is old and weak and still in grief, and my husband is heroically saving people’s lives at the beach, so I’m the only one who’s left in charge of babysitting, and long story short, NO I WON’T GO TO YOUR PARTY, DON’T CALL ME AGAIN AND BYE.