Post Thirty Four: ...Goodbye

[the_wee_big_hag]

[She found Sophie smile a little too fixed on then normal. Which while odd, wasn't utterly disturbing. After all droning's happened. Still she looked for her things just to make sure.

.....they were gone.

Oh. ....she knew it was always a possibility. But Sophie had always been here. She'd been here before Tiffany arrived and she'd never left. Knowing

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[atent_dead]

Tiffany?

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Ah, Granny. Tiffany tries to look more in control of herself. Meanwhile Horace continues to try and chase a squirrel.]

Hello Granny.

[atent_dead]

He's not like to find the animals here satisfying.

[the_wee_big_hag]

He doesn't. But he's rather forgetful. I think he just likes chasing them.

[atent_dead]

You take him squirrel chasing often?

[the_wee_big_hag]

Just when I feel like a walk. Usually he runs off by himself.

[atent_dead]

[Enough dilly dallying]

Well. What is it?

[the_wee_big_hag]

What is wha-

[Okay yeah. She knows that isn't going to work.]

The woman I've been living with for the past two years was sent home.

[atent_dead]

And would she want you sitting here brooding on it?

[the_wee_big_hag]

No....I thought it would be good to get out of the house.

[atent_dead]

And do what?

[the_wee_big_hag]

Get away from the drone for starters.

Probably go and visit the library and work on some of my homework for school.

[atent_dead]

Talking about pies is she?

They teach anything of use at the school here?

[the_wee_big_hag]

Pies and the fictional childhood I had here.

Not really.

[Frowns slightly.]

They try to explain everything. And get us to learn "math" and "science" and things like that.