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[03 Feb 2012|12:05am] |
Ruth stood outside of Jay's door. He'd be done with the weight room right now. He didn't have a test this week. They should be able to have the whole evening to talk. And after the day Ruth had had the day before, and her inability to see Jay last night...
"We need to talk," she told him as soon as he arrived.
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| Meme Scene, AU Future. |
[22 Jan 2012|04:51pm] |
A day didn't go by that Ruth didn't think of that horrible time that cost her Jay, that cost Ty Cait. She didn't just miss them every day, she also thanked God every day that she'd been able to get Ty through it relatively safely. In the end, they'd become so psychically wrapped up in each other that their marriage aws almost inevitable.
After a silent prayer, she shook off the memories and went to check on Ty in his lab.
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| Serious Business. Also Food. |
[20 Sep 2011|03:03am] |
Ruth and Jay had agreed to meet at Top Dog in Berkeley at 4:30.
Ruth entered at 4:25 in her favorite denim skirt and a blue blouse, sat down, and set her books aside primly.
She made herself not look at her watch again.
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| Extremely AU |
[16 Aug 2011|04:55pm] |
Six months. It had been six months since Jay was killed. Their birthday had come and gone, and for once, she didn't have the heart to celebrate it.
Ruth kept up in school. Mourning Dove still did good... a little. She had to keep at it. Ty needed all the help he could get staying together, and moreover... she had to keep at it. If she gave up, it would feel like letting Jay down.
Ruth set down her book.
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[17 Mar 2010|02:40am] |
Ruth was not going to watch the clock. She wasn't. It was rude, for one thing. He wasn't even late yet, and so what if he was, a little? They'd agreed he'd pick her up around six to go for burgers, and somewhere around six it would be.
Ruth realized her youngest sister Clara was smirking at her.
"What?"
"Jay's a hottie," Clara said.
Ruth rolled her eyes. "Further expose at 10," she muttered good-naturedly, administering the proper consequences of such remarks, tousled hair.
And immediately afterward, found herself brushing Clara's hair out of her eyes again.
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