before a crisis errupts

Violet wasn't sure how Nina would take it since she was the one who decided about leaves of absences at the museum. Of course, Violet was just an intern, anyway. Yes, they paid a little. Not a lot. Enough for sufficient room and board. And now that she had Sid, well, it did help on the paycheck. Some. Not that Sid was coughing up money. The two were as meager as they ever were.

"Sid and I want to take a trip." Violet informed her supervisor.

"For what reason?" Nina was of course her sour self.

"Just because. I suppose." Violet looked as wide eyed as a child. Just as innocent as the first day she stepped into the museum.

"That's not good enough." Nina stared at her as if she was ready to send her to some sort of torture. Preferably small children with 900 questions each who would pull at her every which way wanting her to show them different parts of the museum.

"Actually," Violet looked quite sad as she thought to make something up. "Its Sid's other Aunt. She's quite ill, and she's been begging for him and well, she wants to meet me. See if she can trust me and all."

"How long will this take?"

"Two weeks." Violet meekly held up two fingers on one hand. She couldn't push her luck on this. Really, she wanted to have a job when she got back. The museum was her other life when she wasn't with Sid.

"Very well." Nina handed her a form to fill out. "Bring it back and if its sufficient then I'll sign it."

"You know, I haven't really been a sick a day I've been here." Violet nodded. She couldn't think of missing a thing, but she was sure Nina would test her on this.

Nina just fumed. Violet smiled thinking of the new wrinkles Nina might have yet, if she kept this up. Yes, it was true, Nina was really growing into a sad old woman. It was inevitable.