“They’re names, and this took time,” I said in answer, turning back to the memorial. “They mean something to someone.”
Yeah… Good way of putting it without giving away that you know who these names belong to.
Or that they were dogs. I don’t think the man would take that well.
“I think you’re right,” a girl said.
The father didn’t respond, just continuing to walk around the memorial. I waited until the father was gone before I stood, checked to see that most of the people who’d been visiting were off getting their lunches, the rest out of earshot. I turned to face the girl, sticking my hands in my pockets.
Rachel? Lisa? Someone else we know?
Lisa’d had the sense to dress warmer than me.
Hiya!
I have a feeling Lisa’s going to treat Taylor much like she ever has, unlike the rest of the team. Maybe she’s going to explain that she knew for a while, and why she didn’t tell the others or call Taylor out on it privately.
Her hair was up in two tight buns, just behind her ears, and she wore sunglasses, an oversized sweater and a skirt with tights underneath. She had a backpack slung over one shoulder. She smiled lightly, almost sadly.
Sounds like a nice outfit.
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