Resigned to their fate, they crossed an imaginary boundary—she felt herself relax—where making the best of limited resources for entertainment felt oddly nice. Like the final days before Christmas, where you can’t wait to break out on holiday, but no one’s doing any work and are pelting each other with Quality Street candy. Sometimes it’s more enjoyable than the holiday itself. Must be something to do with relief of having choices removed and expectations very low. Laurie wondered if she was a chronic overanalyzer.
This writing….. I eat it up every single Mhairi book I get to read.
