Blessedly, Erlina was at home, asleep, and being watched over by the sweet old woman that had recently moved in next door to Aislinn and her daughter. Even so, this project was taking forever to get finished. She had assumed that, without her two-year-old running around her feet, she’d be able to get this done in no time at all. But on, oh no, nope, that couldn’t be the way of things, not so easy for Aislinn. She’d been here to make a few repairs on a twenty foot statue that wasn’t even one she’d made and it had already taken all day, now it was taken all night as well.

She cursed fluently with every drop of past that she scratched into year old gashes, and fumed with every stroke it took to smooth it over the rough stone. She had started at noon, and not it was nearly one in the morning. Disgusted, Aislinn slid down the rickety ladder the mall had supplied and kicked an empty paste bucket so that it jumped off her matt and skirted across the marble floors of the mall entrance. This was becoming damn near ridicules. In her opinion, the statue was a safety hazard and should be replaced.

“But no one wants to listen to the repair-woman. Oh, no, why listen to her?” She fairly frothed at the mouth as she ranted, nice and loud so that her words echoed back to her. “What, do you think she had a brain? Why the hell would she know about making a statue and its fine, artistic structure? All she does is fix them, not make them!”

She kicked another bucket, and tilted her head back to yell at the ceiling, “which ever one of the pompous suits owns this two-bit building can go to hell!”