<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Monica let the girl linger in the corner a full ten minutes after Cassandra left.  She used the time to clear up everything in the kitchen, save the glass of milk and a plate of six Snickerdoodles she left sitting on the table in front of the milk.  After taking off her apron, she hung it up and then looked around.  Yes.  Everything in the kitchen was just so and in its place . She could faintly hear Cassandra's shower running and knew they still had a few minutes alone.<br/><br/>"You may come out of the corner now, Adriaana," she said firmly.  "Finish your milk and tidy it away then come see me in my room, please."  Monica waited until Adriaana turned around then left, leaving the pretty blonde the milk which had been offered - ordered really - to be consumed and the cookies which had not.  Her shoes clicked down the hall towards her bedroom and then were muffled by the rugs.<br/><br/>In her bedroom, Monica undressed down to skin and put her clothing in the hamper or the dry clean bag as appropriate then drew on a black silk dressing robe that came down to almost her knees.  She sat at her vanity and began to apply her make-up, trying to make it look as natural as possible.  She was no longer twenty and the little ravages of time were just starting to creep into her skin.