Chapter Thirty Two: Postal Order.
Francesca told Hera a very rude joke involving blancmange over breakfast the day after the Sweeps stunt. Hera was grossed out, but tried to keep it down, along with the thin-crust pizza that was her brunch.
|Hera was grossed out.|
|"Let's ban Fran," said Hera's brain.|
"Who are you playing as?" Francesca asked, giving Hera a curious look. "Soldier, Spy, or what?"
"I'd rather play as a Medic," Hera replied. Attie got up and cleared the plates as Hera ate the last of her pizza. "I can heal myself as well as the others."
"Good luck," said Francesca. "May you and your team win."
"Thanks, Fran. Same about your work at the magazine house today."
That afternoon, Isabel decided to go for a run on the treadmill. "I'll cook a quick dinner for my housemates later," she decided. She set the treadmill to the mountaineering mode and started running.
"Isabel, I'm going to work now," Hera said, coming out of her room just after Isabel recovered from her fall.
"Right, take care then," Isabel replied, not looking up in case she lost her footing. Hera left the house in jeans and a neon purple sweater.
After the run, Isabel cooked some soup and rice with random bits of vegetables and meat in it. She left the food to cool down and went upstairs to read on art theory. When she heard her twin come back from work, she came downstairs to have dinner with her.
"Where's Fran?" Attie asked. "She usually comes home around dinner."
"I got a message from her saying that she'll be a bit late. You look tired," Isabel said to her twin.
"Yeah," Attie yawned. "Combat training at the police station today," she said, swallowing some soup.
"How about I tell you a story to help you sleep?"
"Just like the old days when we were kids. Why not?" Attie said after finishing the last of her soup. Isabel cleared up the plates as Attie went upstairs. After Isabel washed the plates, she went up to their bedroom.
|Attie slipped into the bed.|
"Mom, I can take care of us in a new town, don't worry," thought Isabel. She turned to the mirror and practiced her introduction speech for her tutorial class in the next few days.
"I wonder how Hera's doing," Isabel thought to herself as she practiced her speech. "Playing in the computer club as part of her work? I suppose she'll become a gaming celeb like Markiplier or CinammonKen."
Hera paced up and down along the corridor. "My turn in Team Fortress 2 comes next!" she thought with a shiver. "I'm a gun maniac, and so are the others. Can we win?"
She looked at her notes again. "Okay, the Spy can disguise himself as another teammate. I need to watch my back. The Soldier is an all rounder, the Engineer can fix things. I can play almost all the roles except the Spy and Demolition Man, though I prefer being the Medic."
The whistle blew for the start of the next tournament. Hera got up after a short wish that she and her team would win, then headed into the special competition cubicles.
When Hera came back from the computer club after her unexpected victory, she made her decision to send a postal order.
|She filled out a form for an order.|
|Hera sent the order away.|
Next chapter: The Kiss.