Re: quicklog: wren, luke, jack
[Wren was really, really bad with sounds.
Loud sounds, sharp sounds, unexpected sounds, sounds, sounds. Things startled her, and it took her hours and years to get herself back together. Out from the closet, and the kids had started to think it was a game. Dead children hiding beneath yards of dresses and pants, and Gus always said the clothes were curtains. Lia was happy just to be climbing on the people she loved, the binky in her mouth and constantly falling out between the words of her cheerful baby babble.
But Luke knew, and he told her Jack was coming, and so the knock was something she was ready for when it came.
Wren was at the top of the stairs, Lia on her hip. Pajama pants in cream, something vintage from the 20s and a matching top without sleeves, and the baby pulled the binky from her mouth and waved at the man with the dark hair. It didn't matter that Lia didn't know Jack well, if at all. She was friendly, the baby.
The little dead boy peeked over the back of the couch, and Wren smiled. She hadn't seen Jack in forever, and she didn't count the bad door as seeing. But her smile was warm; anyone who hugged Luke like that, right away and without hesitation, could stay, as far as Wren was concerned.]