A shelf divided
So, last time we looked in on The Shelf, Anna lost her mind, made herself an anti-vampire tinhat, and got herself dumped by a fed-up Elizabeth. The intervening days have not been any kinder to her sanity; at one point I had to wrestle my mother’s rosary from her ("SHE GOT THAT FROM A NUN IN TUSCALOOSA!" “YOU’RE NOT CATHOLIC!”). In the course of The Littlest Edward organizing my jewelry, a number of old bits and pieces turned up, and Anna ended up running off with a silver earring that had lost its hook. It was, of course, a cross; she dug up some dental floss to string it on. ( Anna teaches Lyra the fine art of self-defense )
