Jane's lazy Saturday turned into a rather busy one shortly after her coffee date with Ms. Galloway. Instead of lounging around on the couch with her nose buried in a book, she found herself driving down town to meet her sister at the restaurant. The poor woman had suffered a tragic breakup and she was having trouble handling it. Who better to call to day drink than your older sister? When she got the call, she'd just turned the page of a cliff hanger and was forced to get dressed and fire up her old Buick, leaving the hot damsel in distress to fight off a gang of bad boys on her own. Her sister had greeted her as soon as she walked in and the two seated themselves in a booth, sweet teas in hand.<br/><br/>Their little meet up had been cut short when her sister was called away by her former boyfriend for a chance to redeem himself. Jane tried to talk her out of it, but her sister was too naive and hard headed to listen. She was young and dumb and oh, how Jane envied her. During her late teen years, she'd spent her time working and going to college. She never had any time to party or to enjoy life as the other young kids did. She was shy and quiet in high school and that in turn made her socially awkward. In a way, it aided her in getting her life on track, but it also took away from her some of the best times spent as a young adult. No matter, though. She was working a steady job now and she'd finished school a year ago. She was on her way to being a journalist and her Uncle Moe had offered her a job down the local news station.<br/><br/>With her sister gone, Jane decided she better get some of her running done since she was already out of the house. She went down to the library and made copies of an article she'd been working on and checked out several new books. She did a little grocery shopping and stopped by the butcher's shop to pick up some steaks and a pound of bacon. It was quarter to eight by the time she got home and instead of grilling up one of her steaks, she threw a hot pocket in the microwave and put away her groceries. She changed into a pair of pj shorts and a loose fitting T shirt before she settled onto her bed and picked at her dinner. Displayed out on her comforter were a series of files and manila folders stuffed full of paper clippings from various sources. She was working on a pretty impressive report and Uncle Moe expected it on his desk by Monday.