Georgia Grace was pacing in her room at the Pickett Plantation, thankfully she had a soft step, so  her pacing was rather quiet.  It would not do for Harris to catch the pacing and worry about the girl, any more then the sweet old man did, she felt bad enough that he did worry about her.  But he was that sort, the mother hen sort, that liked to cluck over his chicks. 

That was it, she needed some retail therapy, and she knew exactly whom to call, or rather text for it.  It had been a while since their last outing.  Moving to the bed, she plopped down on her stomach.  The cami that she was wearing was white with light purple tiny rose buds all over it.  The shorts were white with light purple stripes, and her legs bent at the knees, feet kicking, the bunny slippers she had on them, the ears were hanging upside down and swaying with the movements.  Her long auburn locks were pulled back in a high pony tail save for the locks that had refused and stayed to frame her face.

Snatching up her phone, she typed out a brief message, addressing it to Maya, and pressing send.  Hopefully her luck held true and she didn’t send it to the wrong person.

~ Hey Maya!  It’s Georgia Grace!  I need a little retail therapy?  You in?~