[center] [h2] [color=00aeef]Jennifer Wolgast[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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[center][color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color] 9th August Street[/center]

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The TV was on in the living room. Some soap opera- or morning talk show- or cooking segment. Jennifer Wolgast didn't know nor care because she was sitting in the dining room staring at a book. The television was good background noise; silence annoyed her. Her face was resting on her left palm in such a way that pushed the left side of her face upwards. Her brown eyes scanned the scene on the page, the words filling her mind with the image of forbidden lovers on a romantic cliff side. Her eyes reached the right side of the page and made the leap to her wrist where her watch rested. The hands pointed to her missing the meeting. It was the important meeting about the unfortunate passing about that poor girl Lucy and Jennifer was going to be late (she had plenty time to spare) if she didn't hurry up!

[color=00aeef]"Oh, dear,"[/color] Jennifer said loudly to herself, frowning. Placing a store-bought, engraved, wooden book-mark on her spot she slid her chair back and starting making preperations.

[color=00aeef]"I need to get ready,"[/color] Of course, the room didn't respond but it helped to reaffirm her thoughts. 

Changing from casual loungewear into a more formal attire was done quickly. A red and black sweatervest, slacks and shoes would do. This was an important meeting- everyone has... [color=00aeef]"...Been worried about all those strange, horrible things that have been happening recently."[/color] She finished her thought aloud. She shuddered to think about it. What on God's green Earth could do such horrible things? She was nervous about it. Everyone was.

Carefully, she applied her make-up. Simple lip-stick and eyeliner to show respect and put forth self-care. These things were important; it gave the kids a good rolemodel. Showing up to school with frizzy hair and no make-up would be unproffesional for the school nurse. 

She made sure the crisis kit was in her purse... [color=00aeef]"Just in case someone gets hurt..."[/color] and slipped the leather bag over her shoulder. The garage door closed behind her as her SUV slowly pulled out of her drive-way. 

A short drive later the community center appeared from behind a corner. She squinted against the sun as she opened her door and swiftly paced from her parking spot and opened the door. A gust of cool, refreshing wind greeted her as the door allowed her inside. The carpet was that blue-black, non-pattered type- you know the one.

It was quiet- save the hum of some out of sight air conditioner. Glancing around, her eyes found a door slightly ajar and a whiteboard on an easel bared a message written in dry erase marker. It beckoned her inside for the town meeting. Oblinged, the pulled the handle on the door towards her and it obediently swung open. The pulled it shut behind her- but not all the way. She left it ajar as it was before because that's just how you do things.

She found an empty seat somewhere near the front and sat down, placing her purse in the seat next to her. She folded her hands in her lap and quietly waited...

Darn it, she forgot a book.