Re: Wren and Evie in the Dustbowl
[Like everything else that Wren's shattered mind made it past, the bad door was nearly forgotten. She didn't think of the soup and remember the bad door. She didn't think about the dead children, and she didn't think about Luke's apparitions, and she didn't think about the solace she'd found in white walls. She just thought of soup, which reminded her of her maman, and she didn't really realize that other people could backslide. It wasn't even pretending for Wren, not really, it was a door that was shut and locked, and there wasn't anything behind it anymore.]
Lia doesn't share yet. Everything ever is hers. [Which made Wren smile, because she couldn't remember ever feeling that sure about things, no matter how small she'd been. But Evie sighed, and Wren hugged her friend quickly, last bite of Dim Sum swallowed. She knew how attached Evie had gotten to Daisy, especially in the past year. Not that Evie hadn't adored the little girl before, but it had been a long, long year, and Wren was pretty sure Daisy was the thing Evie had clung to in order to make it through.]
Okay. Let's have that kind of party then. Invite your boy with nice muscles. I really want to meet him.