11 June 1989, Morning

[noteful]

When Meg got back from the hospital on Saturday evening, she found her suitcase sitting at the foot of her bed in the hotel room.

It was almost surreal to open it, to find all her things still neatly folded and arranged just so, from when she packed it in what now feels like a previous lifetime. She half-expects things to be jumbled, since the suitcase went through the same car crash she did.

It's oddly comforting to find that it looks just as it did when Alain put it in the trunk of his car in her parents' driveway. And there is something reassuring about having her own clothes back. It feels slightly more normal.

Sunday morning, she picks a green dress and a white sweater, leaves off the sling, and goes down to the breakfast in the hotel's lobby early, feeling more like herself than she has in about three days.

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[noteful]

Meg smiles a little.

"And you probably have even more trouble than I do, finding things to borrow."

It can be easier to wear clothes that are too big than too small.

[oftheaxe]

Heh.

"For a couple of reasons."

The size factor, and the relatively few people he's on any kind of borrowing-things terms with.

[noteful]

"Well, I hope you won't be in a position to have to any time soon."

Meg finishes her juice.

"I should go get ready for church, and I should let you get back to work."

[oftheaxe]

"I'll take you over Blythe vs. Davis any day," Dave says, looking back ruefully at his notes.

"But point taken. Have -" Do you tell people to have fun at church? Dave's family's not religious. "- a good service."

[noteful]

"I think that might be the oddest compliment I've ever received," she says, amused. "But thank you."

She stands.

And then pauses.

"Hey, Dave? For whatever it's worth, I'm really glad my sister has you."

[oftheaxe]

"It's worth a lot.

Thanks."