B. Davis

Brooke was not very good in a crisis. Radio might have made that evident. After French class she headed straight back to her room, trying to distract herself over a sewing machine to put together a few of her designs. This actually did work, at least until she heard a noise and about jumped out of her skin. And there was a lot of frustrated mess-ups and muttered curses that followed, so all in all Brooke was having a fun time.

And not going outside for any town meetings. If there was a marning to be careful in going into town, she wasn't going into town.

[Door's closed, post is open.]