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Lorna is just fine, thanks. (Just a short mood piece with a special appearance by Alison)



She was actually handling it all very well, Lorna thought. There had been tears, of course but look, the sun was still shining, birds still sang in the trees and the younger children still played tag on the front lawn. Clearly the world wasn’t ending and so neither was she. Her diet remained under control even, largely due to the eagle eye kept on her meals by her never pushy but always persistent roommate. She’d been upset initially but moving on was better and more productive than moping so she was moving on. See? Calm, resolute, in no way bitter or resentful and certainly she wasn’t wasting her time in pointless anger or regret. She could love and accept that love was not enough.

Alison poked her head out of her room at the sound of breaking glass and saw Lorna standing, staring from the remains of the pretty glass sculpture that used to live on the television to her hand as though she didn’t quite believe that the two had anything to do with each other. Lorna noticed her watching and blushed guiltily. “Sorry. It slipped.” She went to get the vacuum, avoiding meeting Alison’s knowing grin. Instead, before she could even go more than a few feet, Alison leaned out of sight, then back into the doorframe, holding a small glass bird and handed it to her solemnly, before bowing and gesture for the far wall. Lorna frowned at her, unamused.

But really—except for the occasional slip—she was handling it very well.