Life:
Altered 03.38 ~*~ Pictures

The ‘Burgs, Quin thought idly to herself as she watched the houses pass by in
her window, knowing they all looked the same on the outside.  But each home held a story of their own on
the inside.  A song at the edge of her
mind played, and she just didn’t have the words for it yet, the beat of the drums
in her mind, itching to be played.  She
turned, her eyes resting on Alice. 

Quin watched Alice as she drove and she sighed,

“So I should learn to drive, is that what you are telling me?”  Quin asked and Alice nodded, turning the radio down and Quin
made a quick face.  She’d always avoided
learning to drive, for some reason it scared her.  She had never been in a car accident, but she
knew how to fly.  That was one of her
true loves, to rise a plane up over the clouds and coast there, hanging against
gravity, up in the heavens.  It always
made her feel closer to her brother, who was dwelling up there, somewhere in
the clouds.  Strumming a guitar and
wondering what his life might have been like. 

“Yeah, I mean, like, driving is fun?”  Quin
rolled her eyes, thinking that sometimes Alice was much to understated.  They seemed inseparable, and Quin was quickly
getting accustom to having her there in the morning, in her bed, warm and ready
for the day. 

“Look, we’ll teach you tomorrow.”  Alice said, her hand moving over to Quin’s
thigh and she gently massaged her leg and Quin let out a soft wanton sigh. 

“I can’t, I have meetings all day, practice at 6pm and then I think I’ll be ready for my
bed.”  Quin hated to admit it, but being
in a meeting was harder then playing a 20-song set, it wore her out. 

“How about my bed?”  Alice smiled, turning into Bette‘s street, having a hard time calling it
anything but Bette and Tina‘s street.  She
sighed, knowing it was over, but it was still difficult.  Bette had wanted to sell the house, but now Tina‘s petitioned a stay on the sale, hoping
to drive the price up so that she could have her fair share of the assets.  Bette had moved all of her things back into the house
decided that living there was at least half of the battle.