LENA
it's not a sad song
Lena shrugged her shoulders; neither unmoored from her conviction or bothered by the other woman’s lack thereof. Rather than comment on it any further, she continued with the sealant, maneuvering a little further down from where hammering and nailing took place, but still within earshot.
Her head tilted vaguely – not the sort of inquiry she thought might be bolstered her way, but the Caretaker was honest to a fault. “Not really – my job keeps me fairly busy. I’ve come several times to investigate anything going on with plants or animals.” Or a special case, like this one, given everything that had happened to Torchline. “Do you?”
Her head tilted vaguely – not the sort of inquiry she thought might be bolstered her way, but the Caretaker was honest to a fault. “Not really – my job keeps me fairly busy. I’ve come several times to investigate anything going on with plants or animals.” Or a special case, like this one, given everything that had happened to Torchline. “Do you?”
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
