Lyca brushes her hair. It is that time of the year when the world is running for Christmas presents and here she is brushing her hair alone. Lyca wishes that she could have more excitement in her life, however the last time she did that she got drunk and was almost run over. Lyca drags out a grey hair and she throws it away.
"Great now I am aging!" she gasps.
Lyca moves to the phone and calls Anne.
"Hello;" sings Anne.
"Hi;" says Lyca.
Lyca wishes she knew what to say other then what kind of day it is, however as the talk starts with comments about the sun Lyca finds herself trapped between what she wants to say and what she is saying. It is when they are talking about ice cream flavors that Lyca interrupts.
"Look, I want us to go out and have fun;" she says.
Anne laughs.
"Sure there is a café hub in the area;" she mutters.
"No, I mean fun - like a date;" tells Lyca.
Anne laughs.
"Not for me;" she tells. "After you have kids it is really the end of the line;" she tells.
Lyca sighs.
"That's fine;" she mutters.
"If you find anyone tell me;" tells Anne. "But for now I have to get back to the housework;"
Lyca nods.
"See you;" she mutters before she hangs up the phone.
Now her morning has been made more miserable, and so Lyca turns back to the mirror and continues ot brush her hair.
