Last night, Kate had
finally managed to get a call through to her mother after nearly a week of trying (and before that, over a week of not bothering to even try because she'd needed a bit of distance). She'd been expecting to have to cover for why she'd been out of contact for so long, but her mother had actually seemed pretty mellow, and hadn't said a single thing about any missed calls.
The explanation had come soon enough, though. When Kate had carefully asked about how Charmaine had been doing after the wedding/family secret unveiling extravaganza, her mom had said the strangest thing. "Well, I think she's still coming to terms with it, I mean it's only been three days."
...According to Kate's perception of the world, it had been over two weeks. Oh yeah.
Welcome to having timeline issues, Kate. She was pretty adamant to not think about that at all today. Her senior prom was coming up, so it really was time to think about accessories, rather than give herself a headache trying to figure out interdimensional time differences or, God forbid, think about the stuff she'd told Mitchell about a few days ago.
The hardest question she wanted to be dealing with today was who was going to ask who to the prom. (She figured it was Bod's turn this year.) The day's movie was a comedy, too, and she approved of that.
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