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It has been an absurd amount of time since Anne made her various promises to these young women. It was summer when it'd last been fresh in her mind, and she'd intended to speak to Jack about it, to perhaps gain his advice or help. Only now, with everything between them become so separate... a part of her hates it, but she knows it's her fault, and she can't fix it the way it needs fixing. She simply has to let him be.
It feels like that's all she can think about for months. That, and the things she don't want to think about. And then, maybe for no reason at all, she remembered the girls she met, the offers she made. The additional failures as she struggles to mean anything at all in this strange, stationary place.
Well, she doesn't have to fail them. Maybe it's not too late. It takes some time to track them all down — she ain't exactly been good about collecting people's phone numbers — but one way or another she manages. Not much to plan, really. She don't need to overthink it. That's Jack's purview. All they need to do is show up when she's told them, and they'll go from there.
Anne's been good at hiding things for a long time, and so no trace of nervousness shows when she answers the door for each of them, her hat stowed and her hair pulled back — unusual for her, but it seemed... practical, sort of. She's not sure she likes it, but she's aware what kind of figure she cuts. Best to seem as open as possible, she thinks. That seems... like what a proper teacher might do.
She has no idea what a proper teacher might do.
But at least she has decided how to start out.
"Right," she says to each of them in turn. "What is it you want to learn?"
[It's up to you if Anne reached you by phone or some other, weirder method i.e. approaching them abruptly on the street or whatever. She's chaotic awkward so just about anything goes. Feel free to respond directly to her question or just pick a moment in the swing of things or even after the lesson if you want. We can play it by ear!]
It feels like that's all she can think about for months. That, and the things she don't want to think about. And then, maybe for no reason at all, she remembered the girls she met, the offers she made. The additional failures as she struggles to mean anything at all in this strange, stationary place.
Well, she doesn't have to fail them. Maybe it's not too late. It takes some time to track them all down — she ain't exactly been good about collecting people's phone numbers — but one way or another she manages. Not much to plan, really. She don't need to overthink it. That's Jack's purview. All they need to do is show up when she's told them, and they'll go from there.
Anne's been good at hiding things for a long time, and so no trace of nervousness shows when she answers the door for each of them, her hat stowed and her hair pulled back — unusual for her, but it seemed... practical, sort of. She's not sure she likes it, but she's aware what kind of figure she cuts. Best to seem as open as possible, she thinks. That seems... like what a proper teacher might do.
She has no idea what a proper teacher might do.
But at least she has decided how to start out.
"Right," she says to each of them in turn. "What is it you want to learn?"
[It's up to you if Anne reached you by phone or some other, weirder method i.e. approaching them abruptly on the street or whatever. She's chaotic awkward so just about anything goes. Feel free to respond directly to her question or just pick a moment in the swing of things or even after the lesson if you want. We can play it by ear!]
