So it was Gloriana. Only briefly did he wonder what Gloriana thought of her friend living with him, because he somewhat doubted Gloriana even really knew who he was – other than her school nurse. She was so much younger than Roxy that he'd only been to the house a few times (when she'd actually been there) before Roxy moved out, and Gloriana had been very young then; probably too young to remember.
"She probably expected you to be a little mental," Francis said, shrugging, "because of what happened." If Dietre had pulled anything with Gloriana like what he had in the car the day Francis had picked him up, he could see the girl getting scared. On top of that was the suspicion that Dietre had killed his parents, even though those whispers had since died down.
Francis looked up from a drawer where he was searching for a masher, and left it open to grab another fresh paper towel for Dietre's project. He pulled a few squares from the roll and set down two for seeds, then crumpled one up and set it aside. "Dry the seeds with this one when you're done."