Croissant

Croissant's aunt died last week after a long battle with cancer. I sent a card of condolence to her parents' house, as her mother spent practically every minute with the aunt before she died. Croissant's cousin lives in the house now and Croissant herself has finally gotten back to living at her appartment now that her stalker is nowwhere near the premises of her appartment or her gym.

She spends a lot of time at the gym nowadays. She says she spends anywhere from two to ten hours a day there, and has lost over a stone in about a month. The Xenical helps too. Today she walked ten miles and decided that she wanted to walk some more.

I called her back today after my cell phone got recharged and I was able to be in range again. She was driving around and showed up at my door with perfectly made up lips and green eye shadow, despite the fact that she had just walked five miles in the park. She wanted to use my dryer to dry her jeans. While her clothes were drying, we made our plans. Croissant wanted to walk some more and go to the Olive Garden and get a salad for dinner. The first we did, the second, we didn't becase Croissant couldn't find the twenty dollars in her car, and refused an offer from me to treat her, and drove off, furious at herself.

I know Croissant is not the most reliable person, but still, something like this always happens. She can't find this, she has no money, or finds a reason to call off at the last moment. I forgive her, but I'm not close to her, because I don't think she'd be helpful in a pinch.