By now both ladies were inside Rynah Noran’s house which was cozy while not being too small and filled to the brim with knick knacks. It seemed as though the old woman enjoyed owls and cats the most as most of the decorations there were adorned with them in some way. A clock that was an owl stared at two kitten bookends across the room for example and those bookends held books of varying degrees within. There was a full case next to the couch that they sat upon in a room that coupled as a living room and kitchen. By now Jolyne had accepted an offer for tea and was now drinking along with the other woman who was seated opposite of her on a huge plush chair that was modeled after the fattest, sassiest cat Jolyne could imagine.
Now though the old woman broke down as she went into her tale of woe about her child that had left her, she spoke of how close they were before he became estranged and while she did not immediately go into the cause Jolyne could feel Rynah’s pain as she explained the situation to her. This was followed up by asking Jolyne help her write a letter in order to sway her child to not send her to a retirement home, Jolyne had no choice but to obligate the woman. They spent the next hour recounting tales of his childhood into the letter the old lady pouring out her soul to Jolyne, and thusly Jolyne pouring those onto a page in the hope that their efforts would bear fruit. The mere thought of discarding a parent in such a way left an extremely bitter taset in Jolyne’s mouth. She was now worried that perhaps she would not enter into this man’s bar with the best mind state and may end up ruining the situation. Jolyne knew then that she must keep her anger about the situation under control and do her best not to tie it to the personal wounds that she bore about her own parents and their death. It would be hard but Jolyne knew she could do it.
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