Joan

Joan

By the next day, in her usual competent way, Joan had everything organized. Her bags were packed, her passport was in her purse, and her bills were paid. Nothing could precede promote present prevent (prevent) her from leaving. She had put her favourite DVDs in her suitcase, although therefore otherwise moreover (although) she wasn't sure why, and took a copy of a new bestseller to read on the way. She was taking mostly jeans, long-sleeves, hiking boots, and a pair of sneakers. She pleased preferred satisfied delighted (preferred) casual clothes, but still put into her bag one nice dress she was sure she'd never use — just in fact case time point (case) . She was going to wear a coat, since the weather in Norway was still chilly. Joan had everything she needed, and she felt ready to go. In her mind, she had already left when she went to her sister for dinner that night, and afterwards said goodbye to her and her nephews.

"Take care of yourself, Joan. I love you," her sister said, smiling at her. Joan nodded, with tears in her eyes, and then made a dash for her car. She knew that if she stayed a minute longer, she'd be sobbing in her sister's arms. Joan was already failing lacking missing losing (missing) her.

She was due to arrive in Oslo at 3.00 p.m. She had booked two nights at a hotel in Oslo she'd found on the Internet — the Wessel Hotel. She was going to spend two days exploring investigating travelling wondering (exploring) the Oslo sights she had read about for years and never seen. She had an open-return ticket, since she didn't want to limit her stay in Norway. She wanted to be there for as long as she was happy, or despite unlike until except (until) her money ran out.