[393. Springtime of their lives.]
The two friends sit on the wooden floor, soaking up the sunlight in the woman’s tiny uncurtained house. Linden’s reading a volume from her bookshelves with yellowing pages and a torn paper cover. Robbie Ross is making sketches on recycled paper with coloured pencils that are nicer than anything from art class at school.
Celestia watches the two of them, proud as if she was their own mother, not just their babysitter. They’re getting older every day. Linden’s a teenager now, and Robbie Ross is close behind him. Soon they’ll have outgrown this place, she realises, with a touch of sadness.
Celestia watches the two of them, proud as if she was their own mother, not just their babysitter. They’re getting older every day. Linden’s a teenager now, and Robbie Ross is close behind him. Soon they’ll have outgrown this place, she realises, with a touch of sadness.