what you sow

[katrea]

On the doorstep of a townhome in New York City, a basket is placed.

The doorbell rings.

There are footsteps, and then there are not.

Comments

[katrea]

"Yeah, I think so."

[pythbox]

"Okay. You could sleep on the couch, it's comfy. Or in your basket."

[katrea]

"I don't think I want to be in the basket."

[pythbox]

"Okay," Elizabeth says agreeably.

[katrea]

Unbasketgirl lets herself down carefully from the chair, falls over anyway, gets up, and toddles to the couch, onto which she climbs without incident.

[pythbox]

Elizabeth shoves the basket off the couch, leaving the blanket on the cushion where it flopped.

[katrea]

Unbasketgirl does not bother putting the blanket over herself. She just flops on the couch and closes her eyes.

[pythbox]

"G'night," says Elizabeth. She goes back upstairs.