Diane would return home and throw her backpack off and just drop it on the floor, then shove it with her foot over to the corner. She'd lie down on the sofa, stretching - then notice Donny over by the stereo fiddling with the equalizer. He'd put some music on then sit on the floor, long legs stretched out in front of him. He'd lean his head back and look at her, their heads together, his face upside-down. "You like this album?" he'd ask, and Diane would say, "Oh, it's okay," even though she didn't think much of it. Those Glasswalkers had liked such weaver-sounding music. Way too structured, not enough wyld energy in it the way music should be. But she didn't complain. Instead, she started singing, a soft counterpoint harmony, that added the wildness that the music needed. She freed it, in her mind, to fly, to leave the technological spiderweb for the cloudless sky above. Her eyes were closed and her neck arched as she wordlessly sang the music's release. Diane slumped into sleep when the song ended, waked by the change to a louder, more raucous oeuvre by another of her packmates, Geran. Diane pulled one of the sofa pillows over her head and went back to sleep.

When she woke, she smelled food cooking. Dixie was making western omelettes for supper. Diane got up, walked into the kitchen and leaned against the refrigerator. Dixie told her they'd be ready in ten minutes or so, and Diane got a stack of dishes out of the cabinet for her, setting them on the counter. Dixie was Donny's girlfriend, and Kinfolk too, at least, she didn't freak out _too_ much when they got big and hairy, that was good enough for them all. She was also quite a good cook. So was Geran, when he could be bothered, which wasn't often. He'd make huge meals for their moots, which tended to be a lot like frat parties without the kegs, in some ways, but otherwise he pretty much left it to Dixie.

The other member of their pack was Krystle. She was the one who bought them the house they all lived in - her parents had been rich, or rich enough. She liked to hint about contacts with the Mafia and so forth, but if her parents had had such ties, they'd been severed by their deaths. Krystle didn't talk about her parents' death - no one asked, either. She was out, usually, dates or parties or just hanging out with people. Sometimes it seemed like Krystle liked to pretend she wasn't Garou at all. She didn't have much time for the pack. So most of the time it was just Diane, Dixie, Donny and Geran. Geran never brought anyone home, and neither did Diane. He did date, she knew, he just never introduced them to the pack... none of them lasted that long anyway. A month, maybe two, and he was dumping or being dumped, then on to a new one. Diane, well, was Metis and didn't need to get into that stuff anyway.

She carried full plates out to the guys, then ate her omelette watching MTV. That's life with the Glasswalkers.