>>19421112Carmody leaves the hospital and stops by a grocery store downtown on the way home, wandering in a mental fog. She probably has a concussion, but it's more than that; the tense encounter with Ash, and the denial of any chance of reconciliation with Kanako, have left her stunned, like there is a part of herself missing now. Kanako hates her. Ash doesn't, but their relationship is fundamentally different now, forever. Paule isn't speaking to her anymore. She doesn't know whether to blame herself or feel angry at them. Neither one feels very good.
At the store, she picks up the fixings for a lasagna and salads along with a tub of brownie batter ice cream and another bottle of whiskey. Tomorrow she'll start eating right and find a place to work out and train again. Probably. But not today.
Back at the apartment, she changes into a ratty old T-shirt and yoga pants and begins making the lasagna, hoping it'll keep her mind occupied. But soon she finds herself in need of some sort of positive human contact. Something to counter the pain of lost friendships, and the difficulty she's encountered in her budding friendship with Priscilla Divine. And right now, there's one person in her life who always brings her warm and positive feelings.
Text Message From Carmody Jefferson to Sola Fire:
>Hey Sola. >Thinking of you, baby>I decided I needed to do something that made me happy after how things have gone, so I'm making a lasagna. There's gonna be plenty to share if you wanna stop by.>Hope I can see you again soon anyway>(kiss emoji)She goes back to work in the kitchen, but within only a minute or so she is startled by a pounding at the door. She feels a twinge of apprehension as she goes to answer it; this wasn't the sort of knock she'd expect from Priscilla or Sola or even Colby; this is the doing of some musclebound oaf with big hands. Cautiously, holding a kitchen knife, she opens the door.
