Vanya can't sleep. She's going through that time of life where no matter how hard she tries, she can't fall asleep before two or three in the morning, even when Dad insists on waking them all up at six. It's miserable.
She can't practice violin in the middle of the night, so Vanya has taken up walking around when she can't fall asleep, ghostly wanderings through the empty mansion. But tonight, she sees light in the attic. Vanya frowns, figuring that it's probably Klaus smoking again, but lacking anything else to do, she goes to investigate.
What she doesn't expect to see is Allison all alone up there with a lamp, surrounded by magazines.
"Allison?" Vanya mumbles as she climbs into the attic. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, but then she sees the covers of the magazines.
Oh.
Vanya's cheeks turn red, her eyes lingering on the covers. Beautiful men and women naked, bearing themselves to the photographer with their lips parted just a little.
Thirsty Thursday
Vanya can't sleep. She's going through that time of life where no matter how hard she tries, she can't fall asleep before two or three in the morning, even when Dad insists on waking them all up at six. It's miserable.
She can't practice violin in the middle of the night, so Vanya has taken up walking around when she can't fall asleep, ghostly wanderings through the empty mansion. But tonight, she sees light in the attic. Vanya frowns, figuring that it's probably Klaus smoking again, but lacking anything else to do, she goes to investigate.
What she doesn't expect to see is Allison all alone up there with a lamp, surrounded by magazines.
"Allison?" Vanya mumbles as she climbs into the attic. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, but then she sees the covers of the magazines.
Oh.
Vanya's cheeks turn red, her eyes lingering on the covers. Beautiful men and women naked, bearing themselves to the photographer with their lips parted just a little.
"S-sorry," Vanya says. "Am I disturbing you?"