Danielle was clueless to the whispered secrets of her sisters, so she was fairly calm when she went down to the living room.  She was a bit distracted, that much was true; worried about Nina, about the house, about the meeting, about her dreams.  Something in the air had her on edge.  Something was going to happen.  She could feel it in her very veins.<br/><br/>"Hey Josie." she greets her sister in the living room as she plucks a nonexistent piece of lint off of her black skirt.  She didn't bother asking her sister if anyone had told Nina about her not going.  She very rarely had to tell any of her sisters something that one of her other sisters already knew.  There wasn't really any solid reason behind it; merely the almost terrifying good quality of the grapevine.<br/><br/>Waving her sister goodbye, she walks out of the living room and into the kitchen, just missing Nina; and thus not hearing about her plan for the two of them to go out for dinner.<br/><br/>She would have objected to that.<br/><br/>The whole point of Nina not coming was to make sure she got rest.  A night out on the town was not Danielle's idea of rest.<br/><br/>But she didn't know her sisters plans, and as they say, ignorance is bliss.<br/><br/>"Sophie!" Danielle calls with light impatience as she grabs her purse.  "It's time to go!" It wasn't really.  If they left now they would be fifteen minutes to half an hour early.  But in Danielle's world being on time meant being early, and being late meant being on time.<br/><br/>Danielle was never really late for anything.  Not if she could help it.<br/>