If you have not read Wine, Women and Ayla Parts 1 and 2 by the talented Whateley writer ElrodW, this story will make NO sense. It's a parody of it as retold after several months.
It's been posted with permission of Elrodw, so big thanks to him. Enjoy.

This is fanfiction, so it has nothing to do with canon, and should not be taken as such. I'm just playing in the sandbox they're nice enough to provide.
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On Saturday morning, Teri flew glumly to the table full of Whitman girls, holding her tray of so called breakfast that had been specially made just for her. A mouselike girl she didn't know very well, called Pepper, looked at the unflavoured porridge, buttered toast, a cut up apple, and a small cup of milk, and said, “My grandmother eats that for breakfast.”

There were about twenty people milling around. Someone pointed us to a table with name tags and told us to write our names and preferred pronouns.

I'm sorry I never meant to be this late posting the next chapter. I know how irritating it can be to be reading a story and have it go missing for a month and you have go back and read up. The fallout from my daddy's passing and one sister's refusal to talk sucked all creative energy from my heart.

Last week I started writing a trashy erotic story that I have no intention of posting in its current version but there's nothing like sex and sex scenes to spark my creative muse.. Again I apologize for the delay and will finish the posting for this book in the next two weeks.

As a gentle reminder in the last Chapter Atalanta was introduced to the Medawihla Indians who she is to spend Christmas with. While there she almost creates a diplomatic incident when she almost kills a visiting Were Moose and ends with the group back on school grounds.

Back at the school Mrs. Carson gets a call and a visitor and Atalanta reconnects with an old friend.