open log - different places

[una_persson]

Who: Una Persson and anyone.
What: Day-in-the-life open log.
Where: Multiple places. (See the comments.)
When: Now.
Warnings: Will update if needed.

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[toldastory]

One would think...

[Martha left the sentence hanging, and there was a thinness to her smile. Each of her patients had been a hard-won case, where they had no where else to go. ]

Sadly, I'm working out of my home now.

[una_persson]

[Una's gaze flicked around quickly; nothing overt, but there was certainly caution in her manner, and she lowered her voice.]

Do you mind if I ask how I can get in touch with you? Not that I anticipate ... anything, but one never knows.

[toldastory]

[Watching Una's gaze, Martha debated telling her. In the end, the need for more patients won out, and she reached into her pocket and removed a small, hand written card in perfect penmanship, listing an address.]

I'm working out of here, if you need me.

[una_persson]

Thank you.

[The card disappeared into Una's purse. She smiled.]

I hope I never see you for anything more serious than a sore throat. But look, we ought to meet for lunch sometime, I think. We newly-landed expatriates should stick together, wouldn't you say?

[toldastory]

I agree.

[And Martha Jones was more than a little in need of a friend here, but she wasn't going to say that.

Instead she just grinned.]

We should make a date. When would you like to get together?

[una_persson]

Saturday? The diner in town's all right, but there's a little tea room I've been meaning to try for a while.

[toldastory]

A tea room sounds brilliant, actually. It's been ages since I've been in one.

[Because of the not wanting to go in there alone bit. Not because she was frightened of being in one, but because she didn't know how the owner would react to having her in by herself.

With someone else, it was a different story.]

[una_persson]

Here's the address. [Una took a small notebook and a pencil out of her purse and jotted it down, then handed the paper to Martha.] Meet you there at noon?

[toldastory]

Brilliant! I'll look forward to seeing you there.

[Martha tucked the note in her bag, just in case.]

[una_persson]

Wonderful. It's a pleasure meeting you, Martha.

[toldastory]

You as well, Una. I definitely look forward to seeing you then!

[It was funny really how much better having a chance to hang out with a friend was making her. It was almost like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

And she'd deal with anything about the color of her skin that day and not worry about it.]

[una_persson]

Wonderful. Well, I've got an appointment shortly, but I'll see you Saturday.

[She grinned and waved, and turned to go.

She could tell they were being talked about by the other people in the store. Bloody busybodies. To hell with them. Una went on with her day with a new in her step.]