The last five and a half months had changed George more than he’d want to admit. Suddenly he’d found himself having to deal with situations that he’d never thought he’d have to, and on his own without the other half of him. He couldn’t help but worry about the people he cared about, largely out of fear that someone else would be taken away from him, and he really didn’t think that he’d be able to cope if that were to happen. It was hard enough coping now, with a large support system around him. The shop had been his escape as he could lose himself in his work and act like a kid again instead of the adult that he had become.
“Baby blue Pygmy Puffs? Appleby baby blue? Shouldn’t be too hard, pink and purple were easy enough. We stuck with pink and purple because those colours were very popular and we didn’t think that there would be a large enough market for other colours. When this Quarantine is lifted I’ll get to work on it and before you know it, Appleby will more popular than ever.”
George noticed the drop in Angelina’s voice when she began to talk about her team, and wished that he could say something to make it all better.