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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 17, 1965

Alexandria swore to herself that today was going to be a good day. She woke up and got out of bed before she could think about the nerves in her body that almost made her nauseous. She went to the kitchen and took some medicine to help settle her stomach. Then, she enjoyed a bowl of cereal and retired to the bathroom to take a shower...all before Kathleen had even woken up.

It felt good to move around, to take her mind off of her anxiety long enough to make herself feel better about herself. Showering made her feel a bit more put together, and she even dabbed some makeup on her face while she waited for some coffee to brew in the kitchen, just to make herself feel even better about her appearance.

While she was sitting at the table, Kathleen wandered out of the bedroom. She had dressed for the day already, and her eyes roamed her surroundings, a bit puzzled as to why Alexandria wasn't still in bed. She knew that her sister had never been a morning person.

She found her sitting at the table and smiled. She had her legs pulled up onto the chair in front of her as she read from a newspaper.

Alexandria hadn't noticed her sister yet, so she came and took the seat across from her. The newspaper lowered.

"Seems you're feeling quite good this morning," Kathleen said with an eye roll. She hadn't quite made it to styling her hair yet, so it still stood out in all directions, and the fact that she was wearing day clothes when his hair looked so awful was quite amusing to Alexandria.

"A little hungover," she said to her sister. Kathleen had come out to London with Jack to search for houses. She had just rolled into town the night before and they had gone out for drinks to catch up with one another. Jack and Wesley had stayed with Jack's parents while Kathleen had retired here, Alexandria's flat.

She rolled her eyes. "I told you that you'd bloody say that," she said. "You've never been too good at holding your alcohol." Kathleen sniffed the air when she caught a whiff of something—coffee. "You did all this without coffee?" she asked Alexandria, gesturing to her clothes.

Alexandria shrugged. "I was determined, I suppose," she replied.

"Have you already eaten?" Kathleen asked.

Alexandria nodded. "Yeah, I have," she replied. "Had some cereal."

"Without me?" Kathleen asked.

Alexandria stood up, going to get the coffee off of the stove. She got two coffee cups out of the when's overhead and poured a satisfying amount of coffee in each of them. Then, she went back and sat one in front of Kathleen, keeping her own in her hands. She raised the cup to her lips and took a sip of the hot beverage. She felt it travel down her throat, and it felt divine as it warmed her body.