so life’s been total chaos since the fire. Madam decided there’s no point going back to the rental house, considering all the repairs needed. lease is officially done. goodbye house. goodbye normalcy. all her stuff? now packed up into yet another storage unit. i think we’re up to four? five? i need a fucking spreadsheet just to keep track of what’s where.

for now, we’re living like vacationers. hotel life. limited stuff. it’s actually kinda fun in that weird way, but also stressful, especially when i realize i forgot to bring her steamer or the earrings she wanted or the one specific perfume she uses when she has business calls.

and me? well, duckie doesn’t get to run around naked outside the hotel room, so i gotta wear clothes. and i only brought two shirts. two. which means laundry. every. single. day. i’m now besties with the hotel laundry lady. she knows my schedule better than i do.

but we’re getting through it. Madam is calm, composed, focused as ever. and duckie? duckie’s doing his best to keep up.

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