That Was Then
Late Winter
Early Spring
- 1 - Lilac
- 2 - Departure
- 3 - Escape
- 4 - Consequences
- 5 - Girl Power
- 6 - Pivot Points
- 7 - Sewing Bees
- 8 - If At First ...
- 9 - Moving On
Late Spring
- 10 - Green Ham
- 11 - Shopping
- 12 - Arguements!
- 13 - More Shopping
- 14 - Routines
- 15 - Yet More Shopping
- 16 - Too Close For Comfort
- 17 - Blood Trail
- 18 - First-Aid
- 19 - Semblance Of Normality
Summer
8 - If At First ...
Sophia-Grace sat in her usual place on the edge of the hayloft, long legs swinging, book by her side, all pretence of reading abandoned. Watching Deano, she was both annoyed and curious. He'd been hunched over, working on something for the past hour (hence her curiosity) steadfastly ignoring her (hence her annoyance).
Deano was frustrated; he couldn't get it to work and having EssGee's eyes boring into his back wasn't helping matters or improving his mood. It didn't help that his concentration was being broken by the occasional flash of pale green. The task was just too fiddly with the coarse tools he'd been able to fashion out of a block of wood, some nails and part of an old paint brush. Wiping his hands on a piece of rag and dropping it over an old wing mirror on the bench, he resumed the task. He'd learnt from the previous failures and mistakes, and it wasn't going to defeat him!
Half an hour later, Deano straighten his back, placed something in the breast pocket of his shirt and went outside. Curiosity got the better of Sophia-Grace and, jumping down from the hayloft, went to where Deano had been working. The crudely fashioned tools discarded on the bench left her with more questions than answers.
What had he been doing? Moving the rag with one of the nails, she tried to fathom what the mirror was for. Squatting to get a closer look, a smile spread across her face. From Deano's height while working, the mirror afforded the perfect view of where she'd been swinging her legs.
7 - Sewing Bees