Dossier Nineteen

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is cradling a small potted plant protectively against her chest, looking back and forth as though someone might appear to take it from her. Quietly, she tells it,]

I'll take you back later, after I talk to him, okay? I know there's no sun, but we'll find someplace nice. I promise.

Comments

[ghostlighter]

She's... [Quiet. He shrugs.] It's a long story.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh... You knew her before?

[ghostlighter]

I did, yeah.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh. I'm sorry.

[ghostlighter]

Not your fault.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm still sorry, though.

[ghostlighter]

[Slight shrug?] ... Thanks.