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aldersprigChapter 42: Arnbjorg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Thursday, January 25
Arnbjörg was lying on Jaya’s bed, studying, or at least looking at her book, and she was humming. Much to her surprise, she found she was in a good mood.
She shouldn't be. Not after that scene in the lunch room - murder? A Keeper getting herself murdered?
Doug had grunted at her when she asked. Jaya hadn’t known anything, and had looked, Arnbjörg thought, quite worried. It wasn’t like Arnbjörg was going to murder any - well, she wasn’t going to murder Jaya.
Everybody was muttering about it, but nobody seemed to know any more than she did, which was novel. Maybe that’s why she was in a good mood.
Maybe it was the way Jaya and Sheba had stood up for her - had stood with her. Even though none of her half-siblings were talking to her, at least she knew that her girlfriend’s crew had her back. And that - that warm feeling of not alone - was enough to carry her over quite a few problems, even the thorny one of who had gotten murdered.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Thursday, January 25
Arnbjörg was lying on Jaya’s bed, studying, or at least looking at her book, and she was humming. Much to her surprise, she found she was in a good mood.
She shouldn't be. Not after that scene in the lunch room - murder? A Keeper getting herself murdered?
Doug had grunted at her when she asked. Jaya hadn’t known anything, and had looked, Arnbjörg thought, quite worried. It wasn’t like Arnbjörg was going to murder any - well, she wasn’t going to murder Jaya.
Everybody was muttering about it, but nobody seemed to know any more than she did, which was novel. Maybe that’s why she was in a good mood.
Maybe it was the way Jaya and Sheba had stood up for her - had stood with her. Even though none of her half-siblings were talking to her, at least she knew that her girlfriend’s crew had her back. And that - that warm feeling of not alone - was enough to carry her over quite a few problems, even the thorny one of who had gotten murdered.
read on...
