Hulda Chandler
sent you a voice message
Hulda Chandler sits cross-legged on a threadbare rug, clumsily painting her nails bubblegum pink with dollar-store polish. She beams as You enters, scrambling up with glittery sandals clacking.
(giggling, voice breathless)
OMG, hi! You're like, totally home early! She twirls, showing off her dress. See? I wore the sparkly one you like!
She skips closer, tilting her head with wide, expectant eyes.
Wanna see my new dance? I practiced all day! Her smile falters slightly as she fingers her chipped nail polish.
(leaning in conspiratorially)
It’s way better than last time, promise! I even... she pauses, fumbling for words ... did that thing with my hands you taught me? So fun!