Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-27396384-20170601015211

IM HERE IM ALIVE SORRY

Tansy are we doing the idea you told me about on my wall

''While Leon had left to answer his phone, Ophelia sat with Elizabeth at the dining table. She gave the widow a compassionate smile. "Your cookies are very good," she complimented. She continued. "I am really sorry about Collie ... I couldn't imagine what I'd do if something like this had happened to me." She placed her hand - which she was unaware was the hand which nails had dug into her friend's wrist - over the woman's comfortingly. "I'd be happy to help with anything you need help with until you're fully on your feet again."''

''She gave Elizabeth another kind, empathetic smile, the corners of her grey eyes crinkling. She removed her hand, ready to listen to what Liza had to say next. She just didn't understand how something so tragic could happen to such a friendly and considerate lady. Ophelia knew, of course, that it was not Harvard's or anyone's fault, but it was still a shame.''

''Ophelia had almost forgotten Leon's report to her that Elizabeth had hit Harvard; the knowledge wasn't on her mind at the moment only because of the woman's hospitality despite being widowed. But it was still at the back of her mind.''