Room 401, Saturday
Agnes sat on her bed, stared at the floor, and chewed her hair nervously. Boarding school was good, she decided, because there were no moocows to milk, or eggs to gather, or seeds to plant, or veggebles to pick, and she didn't hafta get up at cockscrow, an' stuff. But... she missed her Mum and Da. And without the neighbors coming over for tea, there wasn't nobody that HAD to be nice to her or else they didn't get cake. If she thought about it real hard, she kinda missed Violet. Not Lucy, though. Lucy's mum let her have cake even when she was mean.
She kicked her toes at the air and started humming, a pretty little hum-song that was her own invention. It made pretty shapes in her mind when she listened to it.
[Door and post are open.]
She kicked her toes at the air and started humming, a pretty little hum-song that was her own invention. It made pretty shapes in her mind when she listened to it.
[Door and post are open.]