1x1 with cool girl.
"Momma will be back before you know it," the brunette promises her daughter, crouched down so that she is eye level with James in the doorway, Mona lingering just behind her. "Now why don't you go and finish up your dinner, for auntie momo?" The child opens her mouth to argue, but Mona lays a hand on her shoulder, and steers her toward the kitchen. A few seconds later she joins Theodora back at the door. "Listen, thanks again for taking care of her, while I'm gone," Theodora says before the blonde has time speak.
"I'm worried about you, Thea," Mona says, eyes taking in her friend and noting the excitable fidgety quiver that runs through Theo like an electrical current, with concern. Palpable in its intensity.
"Mona, please..." Theo begins testily, fingers tightening around the shoulder strap of her duffle, "Just don't. I'll be back in about a week, to pick James up." As she turns to walk away, Theodora can feel Mona's eyes boring holes into her back, and knows the exact moment that she stops watching. The sound of a soft click as the door closes, tells her that shes gone back into the apartment.
Thea felt bad leaving her daughter [again], but the trips that her and Novalee took, weren't exactly the types that she could bring her kid along on.