Que sera, sera - whatever will be will be

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The news took a while to settle and, honestly, Neil still isn't entirely sure what to do with the knowledge. He's a college student now--or, rather, will be in September. He doesn't sign up for classes for months yet, but he's already looked over the catalog at least three times, trying to think what he'd like to do, now that he knows what he wants to do. It's all a huge relief, in a way. Maybe he can do Shakespeare in the Park again this summer. Maybe things will start to shape up more brightly.

In any case, he's celebrating. He sent out texts to all his friends, promising music and drinks and food--and a dog--to be shared by all. He tidied up a little, even, not that his apartment is ever very out of order in the first place. He doesn't really know how to decorate for a party like this, so he doesn't bother. Just makes sure there's lots of food and that the drinks are neatly arranged and that Beau's crate is set up in the bedroom, covered but open, so he can disappear if he'd like to.

He's not sure who all will come, but that doesn't really matter. He's just excited that he got in. It's the next step in his life, and it's his own step. That deserves to be celebrated no matter what.

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"That sounds lovely," she says, soft and genuine. Even though she doesn't know Therese's friend, and even though the sort of news photographs one might take of people might not involve them at their best in certain circumstances, Rosie feels a certain romance in the idea of simply capturing them in one moment in time. In a city like Darrow, where people arrive and disappear every day, it feels all the more important; some sign to say they were here.

"I hope you're able to find a way to take your friend's advice more often, someday."

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"I hope so, too," Therese says with a small smile. It still doesn't always come easily to her, and there's a part of her that wonders if it's intrusive just to take snapshots of strangers, but she is warming to the idea. She has been since Carol. Maybe that's why she still hasn't quite caught onto it yet, at least not entirely. She'll never have another subject like that. Thrown as she'd been by their arrival, at least she has those photographs to look at and know it was real, and that she might not be entirely untalented.

"I try to do a little, in my free time. It's probably strange, doing for fun what I also do for work, but..."