who: Sama and @naomikojima
where: Bolton, NY
when: morning, 7 September
Sama was beginning to feel like she was waiting for something that was never coming. She’d come back to Woodrow, something that she’d thought she’d never do, because she wanted to be of use. Starting the week with a scavenger hunt that Richard had planned made sense, even if it wasn’t strictly productive, but now they were three days into the week and working on a talent show. Admittedly, it was something Sama would have savored as a teenager, but not now. Not when there were more important things to do and, possibly more to the point, not when she hadn’t been en pointe in more than ten years.
The impatient energy that had been building beneath Sama’s skin was reaching a fever pitch and she knew she needed to do something about it before she did something stupid. It was easy to decide to get out of Woodrow, and easier to come up with an excuse. She explained to Mrs. Tristan that she needed specialized supplies to do calligraphy for the talent show and obtained a set of car keys.
Then, a long buried habit kicked in, and Sama set out in search of Naomi. She couldn’t be accused of skipping out on family bonding if Naomi came along with her, and she probably needed a dress for the gala just as much as Sama. There was no reason not to stretch the respite out by multitasking.
Sama wasn’t surprised to find Naomi in the kitchen, and smiled as she approached her. “I don’t know about you, but I seem to have neglected to pack my spare ball gown. Can I interest you in some last minute gala shopping?” Sama held up the car keys by way of an invitation.
