"It was hereditary, apparently." Isabel shrugged and took the carton. "Things seem to be relatively quiet at the moment so I'm not going to push things. But if that changes, we're going to have to." She stabbed at the ice cream with her spoon. "It was all family, all the time. Mostly I spent a lot of time hiking by myself in search of a cell signal. But I did make a quick stop at Amy's store before I left. I brought you something." Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a candle holder. "I would have brought you a t-shirt, but somehow I just couldn't get that mental image to work."
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Date: 2006-07-19 02:43 am (UTC)