“You look like you’ve been run over by a lorry, chief, no offence,” comments Bice Chen with her strong Tuscan accent.
“Hectic morning, you know how it is,” Chani said. She opened her pack of jars, pulled out a stack of pickled plums hiding drugs that kept Alzheimer’s at bay. Kayla’s face lit up with gratitude.
“My name Nagaon—my name, my village before.”
Ah, same as me then—and same as Guildmaster Dhaka too, since he was named after his vanished city…
My points total is now over one hundred, so the app is automatically flashing ‘New reward unlocked! Open now?’ I glance at the time.
“I can help her patch it up. Me and your dad can plant 379 in two weekends if we’re serious.”
“Where are you getting all of those saplings?”
I tapped the last of the mud from the drone and set it loose so it could zoom back to its charging station. We headed toward the pods.
Their voices rose and faded as they reviewed and discussed the enormous fragmented mechanical skeleton spread across the tables.
They wrote of eggs of all kinds and all colors and all sizes. Eggs with the image of telling love stories on a summer moonlit night…
Lynn bolted down the driftwood steps to the garage. Her least favorite sister, Elspeth, was lying under her raised water-scooter, scraping mussels and barnacles from the panzer-glass hull.
He picked up one of the hundred seed plugs and mimed licking it. The plugs of dirt and seeds did resemble black ice cream cones…