Thursday: In Her Own Little Corner

100 words on "treat".

She'd pretty much always say she needed to study with a friend, on those rare afternoons when ninth grader Piper wasn't completely wringing her hands about the transition to Baker or Phoebe wasn't chattering on about her barely pubescent social circle.   On those afternoons, Grams would smile and nod her approval, in a way Prue didn't really understand.  But she got those precious hours to take her camera and just watch -- Golden Gate Park, South of Market, Chinatown, even the Tenderloin sometimes.   

She shot the foundation of her portfolio during those secret mortgaged hours.  The portfolio that she wanted to take to NYU or some other school back East.  Anywhere but San Francisco.  Slices of freedom wouldn't satisfy her forever.  Prue resolved to herself as she carried yet another bag worth of rolls into the 1 Hour place that she would sit Grams down and put forward a rational case.  Just as soon as she got another free afternoon.