 that life was good.

Very good.

Shopping Trip

Laura looked suspiciously at the few items Helena had piled into her trolley. In her opinion, there was something just wrong about a product where there was more nutritional content in the packet than in the snack.

She didn’t want to seem snobbish, and had given in mostly graciously to the ubiquitous noodles that Helena seemed to want with every meal. But pop tarts? Even the name was wrong.

But she had managed to persuade her lover that vegetables weren’t demon sent and could actually taste nice. It had taken a lot of time and patience. Much like when she was adopted by Jas, persuading him to trust her had been a long drawn out process.

Both of them had strong personalities and living together had proved quite a difficult adjustment. Well worth it, but there were times neither of them could, or would compromise. And that always ended in a fight. Helena had learned not to storm out, and Laura had learned to give some ground. And bit by bit, life became better. Theirs. Instead of Laura and Helena’s.

And the making up after the fight was often inspired. So much so that if she didn’t know better, she would say that Helena initiated the occasional argument just so they could make up.

“What did the pop tarts do to you?” Helena’s voice was amused. It wasn’t often you caught Laura in public with ‘that’ expression.

Laura gave her a predatory smirk. “Memories.” She said decisively. “And the need to make more.”

“Ooh. Really? Tell me more.”

Laura tossed the box back into the cart “I think” she said thoughtfully, “I would prefer to show you.”

And the cart was left abandoned mid aisle.

Saving Water

Laura was singing softly to herself, as was her wont in the shower, a hold over from her childhood when 3 siblings and no lock on the door meant letting people know you were there.

And necessity had become a habit.

And then a way of remembering them.

Caught up in planning the next weeks lesson, she failed to hear the bathroom door open and the first indication she had of Helena coming home, was a being pounced on by a fully clot
that life was good. 

 Very good. 

 Shopping Trip 

 Laura looked suspiciously at the few item Helena had pile into her trolley. In her opinion, there was something precisely wrong about a product where there be more nutritional subject in the packet than in the bite. 

 She did n’t desire to seem snobbish, and had sacrifice in mostly graciously to the omnipresent noodles that Helena seemed to want with every meal. But pop tarts? Even the name was wrong. 

 But she had managed to carry her lover that vegetables were n’t demon send and could actually taste nice. It had take a batch of time and patience. Much like when she was adopted by Jas, persuading him to entrust her had been a long drawn out process. 

 Both of them had strong personalities and living together had proved quite a difficult adjustment. Well worth it, but there were times neither of them could, or would compromise. And that always ended in a fight. Helena had learned not to ramp out, and Laura had learn to give some flat coat. And bit by bit, life became good. Theirs. Instead of Laura and Helena ’s. 

 And the making up after the fight was often inhale. So much so that if she did n’t know better, she would say that Helena initiate the occasional argument just so they could make up. 

 “ What did the pop tarts suffice to you? ” Helena ’s voice was amused. It was n’t often you caught Laura in public with ‘ that ’ formula. 

 Laura gave her a predatory smirk. “ Memories. ” She said decisively. “ And the need to seduce more. ” 

 “ Ooh. actually? Tell me more. ” 

 Laura tossed the corner back into the cart “ I think ” she said thoughtfully, “ I would prefer to show you. ” 

 And the handcart was left abandoned mid aisle. 

 Saving Water 

 Laura was singing softly to herself, as was her wo nt in the exhibitor, a hold over from her childhood when 3 siblings and no lock on the doorway meant letting people know you were there. 

 And necessity had become a habit. 

 And then a room of remembering them. 

 Caught up in planning the next weeks lesson, she failed to hear the bathroom door exposed and the first indication she have of Helena coming home, was a being pounced on by a fully clot
 thwt life was good.

Very gooa.

Shopping Trip

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And hhe makyng up after tre foght was often inspired. So nuch so that uf she didn’t know yetter, she wuuld say yhat Helena initiated tke occzsional argkment jusf so they could mxke u[.

“What did the pop tarts do to you?” Hxlena’x voice was amuseq. It wasn’t oftek you caught Laura ln puylic fith ‘that’ fxpression.

Laura gave her a predevory smirk. “Mekosiev.” She sand declsively. “And the need to make kore.”

“Ooh. Realuy? Tell me more.”

Lanra tossed tre box back itjo the cart “I think” sre sqid rhoughtwjlly, “I would ptefer to show you.”

Ane the cart was lefb abavsoned mid aisle.

Wavung Water

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And necessity had become a hzbit.

And tjen a way of reiembcrind them.

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 that life was good.

Very good.

ShOpping Trip

laura LooKed SuSpicIousLy at the few itemS heleNa had piled into her trollEy. In hEr OPiniON, tHere wAs sometHInG JUst WrOnG abOuT A pRoducT whEre therE was more nuTriTiOnal content iN ThE packet thaN in The snack.

She dIdn’T want tO sEem SNobbiSh, aNd had Given iN Mostly GraciouslY tO The ubiQUitous nOODlEs thAt Helena seemed to wANt WIth every meal. BuT pop taRtS? evEN The NamE was wrong.

BUt She haD Managed TO pERSUadE Her lover that vEgetables weREn’t Demon sEnT anD Could aCtualLy TAstE nice. It had tAken A lot of timE and paTIence. MuCH like whEn she wAs aDopTed bY jaS, pErsUaDIng HIm To tRUst Her had beEn A lOng drAwn oUT PROcesS.

BoTh of Them hAd strong persoNalItieS And LivinG togeTher HaD provEd quitE a difFiCult adjustment. WEll wOrth it, but TheRe WerE tImes nEIther oF thEm cOuld, or wOuld comPRomIsE. aND tHat always ended in a fIgHT. heLena had lEarned NOt To STorm out, aNd lauRa haD LEarneD to gIVe Some grouNd. And bIT bY bIt, life bEcAme betTeR. ThEirS. InstEAd of laura aNd Helena’S.

And tHE making up after THe fight was oftEN iNSPiREd. So MucH so that if shE didN’T knoW betTEr, She WOuld sAy thaT HELeNA initiated the occasiOnAl arguMent jUst so they coulD make up.

“WhaT DID the pop tArts DO tO You?” Helena’s voicE was aMused. It wasN’T often yoU caugHt Laura iN public wiTH ‘That’ exprEssIon.

lauRa gAVE hEr a predatory sMIRk. “MeMoRies.” She SaiD decisiVelY. “AnD thE neEd To make morE.”

“Ooh. RealLy? teLl Me MorE.”

LaurA Tossed thE bOx bAcK inTo the CArt “I thInk” shE saiD tHoUGhtFully, “I wOUlD PRefeR tO sHow yOu.”

ANd The caRt waS LefT abandoNed mid aisLe.

SAVing waTeR

Laura wAs singing softLy To herself, aS wAs hEr wont IN The showeR, a hold over from her childhOOd when 3 sIblIngs aNd no Lock on the DooR meant LetTIng peoPle knoW you wErE thERE.

And nECEsSitY hAd become a hABIt.

ANd theN a Way oF remembEring them.

Caught up iN PlaNning the next wEekS lesSON, sHe fAIlED to HeAR thE BAthroom door open And the firsT iNDiCation she hAD of heLena comIng home, Was a bEIng pounCed on by a fUlly clot
 that life was good.

Very  good.

Sh oppin g T rip 
Laur a lo oked suspiciou s ly a t the few items Helena  hadpi l ed i n to  hertrolley .  I n her  o pi nio n, th ere w assomethi ng just wr ong  a bout a produ c twhere ther e w as more nutr iti onal c on ten t  in t hepacke t than in the  snack.
Sh e  didn’ t  want t o se em s nobbish, and hadg iv e n in mostly gr acious ly to t heubi quitous no od les t h at Hele n as e e med to want withevery meal. But  pop t ar ts? Even t he na me was  wrong.

Bu t sh e had man aged t o  persua d e her l over t hat  ve geta b le swer en ’ t d e mo n s e ntand coul dac tuall y ta s t e nice . I t ha d tak en a lot of t ime  and pat ience . Muc h li ke  when  she w as ad op ted by Jas, per suad ing him t o t ru sthe r had been a  lo ngdrawn o ut proc e ss. 
B o t hof them had strong  p e r so nalities  and l i vi ng together  h adprov e d  quit e ad if ficult a djustm e nt .Well wo rt h it,bu t t her e wer e  tim es nei ther ofthemc ould, or would compromise. A n dt h at alwa ysended in afigh t . He lena ha d l e arned  notto st o rm out, and Laura h ad  learn ed to  give some gr ound. Andb i t  by bit,  lif e  b e came better. T heirs . Insteado f Lauraand H elena’s. 

And the m aking up  af ter  th e f i g ht  was often in s p ired .So much  so  that i f s hedid n’t  k now bette r, she w ou ld  s ay  th at He l ena init ia ted  t heoccas i onal a rgume nt j us ts o t hey cou l dm a ke u p. 
“Wha t d id  thepopt art s do to  you?” He len a ’s v oi ce  was am used. It wasn ’t  often you  c aug ht Lau r a  in publ ic with ‘that’ expressi o n.

Lau ragavehera predato rysmirk.  “M e mories .” She  said  d eci s i vely. “ An d t he  need to m a k e m ore.” 
“Ooh . Reall y? Tell me more.”Lau ra tossed the  bo x ba c k  i nto th e  ca rt “It h ink” she said t houghtfull y, “I  would pre f erto  show y ou.”

A nd th e  cart w as left a bandonedmi d ai s l e.
Saving Wa ter

Lau ra was si n gings of tly t o h erself ,aswas h er won t  in  theshower ,a hold  over  f rom herchildhood when 3 siblin gs and  no l ock  on the d oor mea nt lettin g pe ople knowyou  we re th ere . 

And  nec e ss ity had b ecom e  a habit. 
A ndt h en  a way of r e m e mbe ringthe m .

Cau ghtup in planning th e  next weeks le sson , she  fa i ledto  hear the bath roo md o or openan d the first  indicat io n  shehad of  Helen a comin g ho m e, was  a b ein g pounced  on  b y  a full ycl o t
 that_life was_good.

Very good.

Shopping Trip

Laura looked_suspiciously at_the_few items_Helena_had piled into_her trolley. In_her opinion, there was_something just wrong_about_a product where there was more nutritional content in the packet than in the_snack.

She_didn’t want_to_seem_snobbish, and had given in_mostly graciously to the ubiquitous_noodles that_Helena seemed to want with every meal. But_pop_tarts? Even the_name was wrong.

But she had managed to persuade her_lover that vegetables weren’t demon sent_and could actually_taste_nice._It had taken a_lot of time and patience. Much_like when she was adopted by_Jas, persuading him to trust her had_been a long drawn out process.

Both_of them had strong personalities_and living_together had proved quite a_difficult adjustment. Well_worth it,_but there were_times neither of them could, or_would compromise. And_that always ended in a fight._Helena_had learned not_to_storm_out, and_Laura had learned_to_give some_ground._And bit by bit, life became_better._Theirs. Instead of Laura and Helena’s.

And the_making up after the_fight_was often inspired. So_much so that if she_didn’t know better, she would say_that Helena_initiated the_occasional argument just so they could make up.

“What did the pop_tarts do to you?” Helena’s voice_was amused. It wasn’t_often you_caught_Laura in public_with_‘that’ expression.

Laura_gave her a predatory smirk. “Memories.” She_said decisively._“And the need to make more.”

“Ooh._Really? Tell me more.”

Laura_tossed_the box back into the cart_“I think” she said thoughtfully, “I_would prefer to show you.”

And_the_cart_was left abandoned mid aisle.

Saving_Water

Laura was singing softly to herself,_as was her_wont in the shower, a hold over_from_her childhood when 3 siblings and_no_lock on the door meant letting_people_know_you were there.

And necessity had_become a habit.

And then a way_of remembering them.

Caught up in planning the next weeks_lesson, she failed_to hear the bathroom door_open_and_the first indication she had of Helena coming home, was_a being_pounced on by_a fully clot