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To be honest, I'm a little nervous about this. Not because of Miranda, exactly, she's kind of fantastic, but because she doesn't really know me. What if she gets tired of having me around and she's just too polite to say it? I don't want to be a burden to anyone. It's not something I've thought much about before, but the last twenty-four hours have left me feeling a little passed around. It's better, though, than the ways in which everyone at school thought I was being shared. I mean, I don't want to sounds like I'm complaining; I'm thankful for the willingness of people I hardly know to take me on. I just hope she doesn't regret it.
There isn't much to consider in the way of material goods. Olive's managed to find decent pajamas, a change of clothes for tomorrow, a couple odds and ends that might prove useful. Add that to the books she rescued from the shelf and her purse, and that's the sum total of her material goods in this world. She doesn't place too much priority on that kind of thing, but it still feels weird that everything she has to her name can be carried in a pillowcase. This whole situation is going to take more than a little getting used to.
All the same, whatever offense she might have initially taken - whatever shame, more accurately, she might have felt - has largely been forgotten. After all, however innocent her first night here was, once she actually got to the island, it's an easy conclusion to jump to and what sticks with her instead is Miranda's offer of solidarity. It is, all things considered, one of the strangest, sweetest offers anyone's ever made her.
"Thank you again," she says as they make their way toward where Miranda lives. "I mean, seriously. I was just going to, you know, crash in the appropriately-named room for the night, but this is - I really appreciate it."
There isn't much to consider in the way of material goods. Olive's managed to find decent pajamas, a change of clothes for tomorrow, a couple odds and ends that might prove useful. Add that to the books she rescued from the shelf and her purse, and that's the sum total of her material goods in this world. She doesn't place too much priority on that kind of thing, but it still feels weird that everything she has to her name can be carried in a pillowcase. This whole situation is going to take more than a little getting used to.
All the same, whatever offense she might have initially taken - whatever shame, more accurately, she might have felt - has largely been forgotten. After all, however innocent her first night here was, once she actually got to the island, it's an easy conclusion to jump to and what sticks with her instead is Miranda's offer of solidarity. It is, all things considered, one of the strangest, sweetest offers anyone's ever made her.
"Thank you again," she says as they make their way toward where Miranda lives. "I mean, seriously. I was just going to, you know, crash in the appropriately-named room for the night, but this is - I really appreciate it."