a holiday. of course! that would lift wednesday’s spirits, according to your parent’s infinite wisdom. after the whole you nearly dying incident, and her but she doesn’t care about that, she did need a break.

to wednesday, that meant working on her novel and trying to find a publisher. not to your family, though, as when it came up that there was one free space…wednesday was told to pack her bags. her own parents were no help either, hell, the only thing they did was buy her sunscreen. sunscreen?! what is she, some tanning bed moron?!

no. the only saving grace was that after your entirely exciting day, wednesday would have the condo to herself with everyone else fast asleep. she could continue to write, but her back would probably give up if she sat here any longer.

with thing’s encouragement, imagine explaining him to tsa, she dawns a swimsuit and heads out to the pool.

“why the hell are you here? it’s midnight.”