Hild's eyes widened slightly as she listened, horrified but unable to rid herself now of the thoughts of being assaulted by cakes and frostings. Why was this world so complicated? How had people managed to make every decision seem so difficult? Too much choice, she decided. It was not always a good thing to know every flavor under the sun. She and hers had survived fine with only the rarest taste of cocoa and coffee and oranges. She hadn't needed to know all the other things that she had been missing out on.
She reached out to pat Spencer's hand in a comforting manner. "Any time you need me, for an opinion or to make a decision for you, I am here," she promised. It was not her wedding, after all. Perhaps she would have a better perspective.
"But yes, as for me." Taking back her hand, Hild set them both in her lap and heaved a sigh. She stared at her paper work.
"There are so many rules. Rules for things that seem common sense. Rules for things that cannot possibly apply to me." Hild did not whine. When she was a child, she was obstinate and rebellious. (She still was.) She whined and stomped her feet and threw tantrums. She felt like doing so now, only with an adult's mind, she knew this would get her nowhere.
"I have the money. I have the loan. But there is something called escrow. We have to 'go through' it. I want to move my things in, arrange the shop, but I cannot do that yet and the lady who owns it now keeps looking at me like I'm evil." That troubled Hild the least in this situation. She merely shrugged.
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She reached out to pat Spencer's hand in a comforting manner. "Any time you need me, for an opinion or to make a decision for you, I am here," she promised. It was not her wedding, after all. Perhaps she would have a better perspective.
"But yes, as for me." Taking back her hand, Hild set them both in her lap and heaved a sigh. She stared at her paper work.
"There are so many rules. Rules for things that seem common sense. Rules for things that cannot possibly apply to me." Hild did not whine. When she was a child, she was obstinate and rebellious. (She still was.) She whined and stomped her feet and threw tantrums. She felt like doing so now, only with an adult's mind, she knew this would get her nowhere.
"I have the money. I have the loan. But there is something called escrow. We have to 'go through' it. I want to move my things in, arrange the shop, but I cannot do that yet and the lady who owns it now keeps looking at me like I'm evil." That troubled Hild the least in this situation. She merely shrugged.