sun in the sky, you know how I feel

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Sunday afternoon, outside the general store

It's not as nice a day as we've had lately, but it's too humid to sit cooped up in the apartment. So I'm sitting on the porch with a basket of sewing, and if it starts raining I'll stay dry. I've got a pitcher of ginger ale, and I'm hemming one of Tess's skirts. It's a comfortable sort of way to pass the afternoon.

I'm quite content at the moment. Glass has started working at the store a couple of days a week, and I'm glad to be able to help her out - and it's good to have her around. I can't help worrying about her and Iago, but I know she's strong. Whatever happens, I think she will manage. It won't be too long before I should start knitting baby things, I think, and smile to myself.

I went to the abbey this morning for services. I need to speak to Damien and find out if he had any luck finding Nanshe. I spoke to Nanse-kam, and he said no one has had any dream visions of Nanshe since the mass dreaming we all shared - but that that in itself isn't worrying, because Nanshe rarely shows herself directly. Still, I wish we knew for sure she was alright...

I realise I've misstitched, thinking about this, and I sigh and unpick the last couple of stitches. Fussing won't help anyone.

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Grown folks are talking and as much as I'm older myself - of an age and even doing the shopping myself! - I leave 'em to it. It wouldn't be right, to interrupt, and I have to pay special attention to the list besides. It's still not so easy, putting all those letters together and making their sounds and then the words from that.

I've never alone anyway, not really, maybe lonely sometimes (especially when Valmont and Hermia are busy together, or the big man isn't around), but not alone.

"I need flour," I say when I'm finally done with everything from all the shelves, standing with my basket turned heavy in my arms. "And sugar. I'm making a cake."

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"Maybe I should go over there too," and I nod.

"Think you're better suited to it, some ways," I say. "You've more sense than Wanda, and you're kinder'n me." Said again without an edge to it, as calling it true. "Not that I'd stop going, for that."

Didn't think there'd be much to say against Wanda leaving, but Kate's of a different mind. "If it lets her," she says, less than glad.

"Surely--" I begin, and then catch myself. Wouldn't've taken it for caring, but it's some settled in here, and might not suit it to have her leave. And for all the trouble could come I can't swear that it'd not see any of that visited on Rose. You can do worse than do misery to a child, you're trying to have them grow up cruel...

Find my arms have broken out in gooseflesh, all the heat of the day aside, and I hold myself a moment as Kate calls out to Alice.

"I need flour. And sugar," she answers, coming back and laden down. "I'm making a cake."

"Recall you mentioned," I say, trying to set out lighter matters of discussion. "Did you say what kind? I may've missed it."

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"I need flour. And sugar. I'm making a cake."

"Did you say what kind? I may've missed it."

"Yes, what kind?" I say. "That might affect what kind of flour you want, for instance." I can't help thinking Valmont and Hermia might be clearing up a mess after all this, but a girl has to start learning how to do these things sometime.