Gah! Kee beat me at my own game!

Ok. Here goes mine:

9:46

Gloria chopped up pieces of raw meat and placed them in a large bowl. She tilted her head and listened to the shower running down the hall, then glanced up at the kitchen clock. She was going to be late for lock-down if Pamela didn’t hurry. Well, late to be early, because she never took chances.

“Pamela! Your dinner is almost ready!” Gloria opened the oven door slightly and let the smell of baking chicken waft out. There would be plenty for leftovers for her tomorrow.

She heard the water turn off.

She set the table in the kitchen for one, adding a small vase of carnations, Pamela’s favorite. Gloria always tried to do a little something extra for Pamela right before lock-down. She felt guilty about leaving her alone overnight, but it was for her own safety, and the safety of their little family.

Fucking Michael. He hadn’t bothered to stick around when he found out. Even the news that she was pregnant didn’t bring a response from him.

But now it was the two of them, Pamela and Gloria, and Gloria was going to do her damnedest to make sure Pamela had as normal an upbringing as possible.

“Mom!” Gloria could hear something wasn’t right in Pamela’s voice and headed down the hall. She tapped on the bathroom door.

“Is everything all right?”

“No!” Gloria pushed open the door to find Pamela standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel. Pamela turned to her. “There’s some ... hair!”

Gloria relaxed. “That’s normal at your age, honey. Remember? We talked about it.”

“No! I mean hair!” Pamela tilted her chin up to show a patch of fur on her neck under her ear.

10:00