She'd done laundry in the river that morning for a few extra people, in exchange for the cornbread to spice up ********* little meal. It was worth it, to see her eat it. It always was. ********* had no need to thank her for that.
Sleeping here tonight, or somewhere else? Or working? she wrote on her dry erase board. If ********* stayed, there was a higher chance Laney was going to have to choke down the rest of that Slim-Fast later, of course, like she'd alleged she would -- but it was a fair trade, if it meant ********* would stay. Her warm little presence, curled up in a soft, furry ball, was always such a comfort.
LizzyMoo
