Night 48: Greenhouse Yard
[from here]
It was another chilly night, and Meche wished she'd stopped and gotten her coat instead of walking around in the too-thin-for-the-weather, badly-fitted sweatshirt, which was what she was doing. At least she hadn't dressed up.
She didn't see anything moving on the field at first glance, so she began to make her way across the yard in the direction of the wall. "Is that what people say usually happens?" she asked Senna quietly, more because it felt reassuring to keep talking than because she expected Senna to know much about it other than what she'd said.
It was another chilly night, and Meche wished she'd stopped and gotten her coat instead of walking around in the too-thin-for-the-weather, badly-fitted sweatshirt, which was what she was doing. At least she hadn't dressed up.
She didn't see anything moving on the field at first glance, so she began to make her way across the yard in the direction of the wall. "Is that what people say usually happens?" she asked Senna quietly, more because it felt reassuring to keep talking than because she expected Senna to know much about it other than what she'd said.