Re: Queens: Evie/Wren/Luke
[Luke's fingers on Wren's wrist stopped the repetition of concerned syllables. She went quiet, still, shhhhh as Evie spoke. Evie talked about Gotham, about Eddie, about living life in two doors. Evie sat, and she said something about ending up in a medical place, and she mentioned being lost, being confused, and Wren didn't remember Shane, not just then. Wren stared, wide grey, and she wondered why it sounded like her friend had needed to take care of all those things by herself, because Shane didn't really count. Shane was kind of nobody, and they hadn't known anything about Tuxedo Park before. Wreb didn't think Daisy should be in Gotham, and she didn't think Evie should be in Gotham, and she didn't think Evie and Daisy should stay with strange men. Wren didn't trust strange men, and that was just understanding and upbringing, and she was really, really frowning now.
For all of Evie's light, the things she was saying sounded really, really bad.
Wren didn't her wrist from Luke's grip, but she slid her hand until fingers wound up with fingers. Bit lip, and the little dead boy was reaching tentatively for a piece of bread. It didn't hurt, she thought, if little ghosts ate. She reached across the table and took the biggest piece, and she handed it to him with a vacant little smile. She was trying to figure out the Evie situation as she stood there, forks and knives carefully set out, and she needed to get the pitcher of lemonade.
The little girls toddled into the kitchen, and she looked down as Lia sat her diapered bottom on Luke's foot.] I need to get the lemonade. [But she looked up at Evie instead, then at Luke.] Everything she just said sounded really, really terrible. [It was almost a whisper, but it failed mostly.]