meeting in my house, apparently

if there are folders on the coffee table and angel in the hallway, I already know what’s happening downstairs. #

Mom’s colleagues again.

I genuinely think they have forgotten offices exist.

I came downstairs half ready because I needed something and got caught by the `”Alice, what are you doing now?”` committee. One person asked about school, another corrected them because school is finished, then everybody started discussing my future as though I had left the room.

I was still standing there.

Mom contributed information.

`”Mamma.”`

`”What?”`

`”I’m here.”`

She laughed.

I escaped.

Went out.

Much less career guidance in clubs.

Remember me, Eclipse.