Tina hopped down the steps, feeling much better and more awake at this point. She was, as usual, in very plain, unflattering clothes. But she never looked at it as insecurity or frigidness; she chose things that were the most comfortable, and clothes like this usually were, in her opinion.
Remy went up to take a shower. He was used to the water being cold or tepid; since in the past the heating bill hadn't been paid, it was par for the course some months.
Remy put on the TV, checking the news; so far, there was no news of either his father or of the investigation into his mother's death. He sighed heavily.
Tina heard the voices of the tv, but ignored them. She went into another room, looking at a book shelf. She eventually settled for an incredibly worn copy of Wuthering Heights, then went to sit beside Remy, blocking the noise of the tv out.
Tina, on the other hand, tried not to think of the recently deceased in her life, and tried, rather, ot get lost within the pages of a book she knew almost by heart.
Tina was a fast reader, and was, by now, already three-quarters done with the book. She despaired at the thought of finishing, of being out of things to do.