Ymbryne RPs

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Sally nodded. "It was so terrifying!" She exclaimed, clinging on.

“I know auntie… I know” Enid said softly, rubbing her back. “But you’re home and you’re safe”

Cassia nodded. "I never thought I could leave him...but I think the window was the drop that made it all fill up. I can't let that stand."

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"I promise" Miss Wren said wincing as she lay down next to her.

Miss Glassbill took her hand and squeezed it.

John smiled. "Feeling better?" He asked.

“A bit” Laura mumbled, tugging at her sleeves.

Miss Wren spoke after a minute. "Don't be sorry." She said softly. "Also, I think me and Naomi should move out."

“What?” Miss Glassbill whispered. “No… I don’t want to be alone!” She said.

John nodded. "What are we watching?"

“Cartoons” Laura said quietly. “I liked this one when I was little” she said quietly, picking her cat back up.

Grace kept driving until they reached the store.

Cora smiled, reaching to take her hand. “I love you” she said quietly.

"Why not?" John asked quietly

“Doesn’t matter” Laura mumbled, leaning against her son and curling up even smaller.

Daisy promptly threw up.

“Oh baby…” Miss Treecreeper sighed, rocking her gently and kissing her head, letting her finish before trying to clean her up again.

"Mum, you only had two. And you're very skinny anyway." John took out another one. "Do you want another one?"

Laura shook her head. She didn’t want one though. “I really shouldn’t have another.” She said softly.

Daisy frowned, scrunching up her face as if to poop again.

Miss Treecreeper hurried to hold her over the toilet.

Daisy started to poop again, the poop getting more and more runny.

Miss Treecreeper sighed. “You poor baby” she sighed.

"You should come in." Sharon said softly. "You've been here all morning."

“But it’s so nice out. A few more minutes” mother dust said softly.

Sharon sighed. "Fine. A few more minutes." He smiled.

Mother dear smiled, leaning against him.

Sharon bravely kissed her on her cheek, not caring their skin would touch.

Mother dust smiled, leaning her head against him.

He reached out, taking her hand and squeezing it.

Mother dust smiled, leaning against him. “I love you” she whispered.

Daisy gurgled, but there were no real sounds or words.

“Sweet baby” Miss Treecreeper said, though she was getting a bit worried. She knew Daisy should have been at least trying to form words and she should have been able to sit up on her own.

Miss Wren bit her lip. "He will still be your baby. Naomi doesn't look like either of us, and she is still ours." She said firmly.

“That’s not what I mean…” Miss Glassbill said quietly. “I’m afraid he’s gonna look like… you know…” she didn’t want to say his father.

"I know. I heard you the first time. It doesn't matter. He's still yours." Miss Wren repeated.

“It does matter though!” Miss Glassbill whispered. “I don’t want to have to see that man for the rest of my life…” she whispered.

Daisy tried to crawn out, onto the table.

“Careful sweet girl” Miss Treecreeper said, lifting her up and drying her off.

Grace nodded. "Let's look at it."

Cora nodded, following her over.

Daisy gurgled, laying flat instead.

“Good girl” Miss Treecreeper praised, finishing with her clothes and lifting her up take her to her crib.

Grace smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I like that."

Cora smiled. “That one then?” She asked.

"Why?" Miss Thrush sat up, on edge. "Did she poop?"

“She did. Everywhere. And she threw up” Miss Treecreeper sighed

"Ph bird ...is ghe medication giving her a bad stomach?" Miss Thrysh asked.

“Probably. Her stool was really runny” Miss Treecreeper said.

Laura looked at it. "Thank you" She said, letting paws down and closing the door.

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“Balenciaga, oh love… come Here” Miss Glassbill called softly, moving to put her arms around Miss Wren.

Miss Wren came to her, lookign for help.

“I’m here. I’ve got you” Miss Glassbill said softly, putting her arm around Miss Wren. “It’s alright… I’m here” she whispered.

Miss Wren wheezed, trying to pull in air that wouldn't make it down to her lungs and she was more and more upset.

“Love, calm down! Please try and calm down” Miss Glassbill said softly. “Please… You’re going to hurt yourself!” She said.

Muss Nightjar took the chance to kiss Miss Petrel.

Miss petrel smiled, gently kissing her back

Beth sighed, picking up her phone to call her boss.

“Hello?” Her boss picked up

"Hi, it's Beth." She said softly, trying to take the courage to tell her what she needed to. "Do you have a decond to talk?"

“Yes, of course, what’s going on?” Her boss asked.

"I'm quitting." Beth said firmly. "I'm sorry but It's not working for me anymore."

“What? Why? You’re a great nurse!” Her boss said.

Beth sighed. "I know. And I love working as a nurse. But I feel like I need to look for a different job, though oreferably still as a nurse. I don't think psychiatrics is the place for me anymore." She explained.

“Alright… do you want us to try and move you to a different ward?” The boss asked.

Would that be possible?" Beth asked. "It would be of interest, depending on where I'd be moved." She said. "I love the hospital and the other staff. It's simply that after my family issues I don't feel comfortable in that enviorment anymore."

Her boss sighed. “I’d there any department you’re more interested in? I know they have an opening up in pediátrics” she said.

Miss Wren closed her eyes, imagaining the last time she saw Gretchen. "I miss you." She whispered.

Miss Glassbill heard the whisper as she was returning. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned around and decided to go to the living room, her heart aching and tears springing to her eyes.

Miss Nightjar smiled. "Do you...do you ever think of leaving here?" She asked. "I think about it sometimes. I haven't been in here long but I can't imagaine being here forever." She sighed.

Miss petrel nodded. “It would be nice to have our own place” she sakd

"Our own?" Miss Nightjar was surprised.

“I… yes?” Miss petrel said softly. “It Could be nice”

Miss Nightjar grinned. "I'd love it!" She said. "But...I'm not sure you'd much like the peculiars I care for." She said hesitantly.

“What do You mean? I’m sure I would. I love children” Miss petrel said.

Grace nodded. "Is something wrong?"

Miss Glassbill shook her head, but her lip was quivering as she tried to hold back her emotions.

"That's wonderful. You should pick up Paws and check if she's gotten any mail at her house on the way home." Beth suggested.

John nodded. “I will” he agreed. “We’ll be home soon. Will you order some Chinese food? Mum likes it” he added

Beth agreed. "Of course." She said kindly.

“Thank You” John said. “We’ll be home soon” he promised

"Who's Gretchen?" Grace was confused.

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“Balenciaga, oh love… come Here” Miss Glassbill called softly, moving to put her arms around Miss Wren.

Miss Wren came to her, lookign for help.

“I’m here. I’ve got you” Miss Glassbill said softly, putting her arm around Miss Wren. “It’s alright… I’m here” she whispered.

Miss Wren wheezed, trying to pull in air that wouldn't make it down to her lungs and she was more and more upset.

“Love, calm down! Please try and calm down” Miss Glassbill said softly. “Please… You’re going to hurt yourself!” She said.

Muss Nightjar took the chance to kiss Miss Petrel.

Miss petrel smiled, gently kissing her back

Beth sighed, picking up her phone to call her boss.

“Hello?” Her boss picked up

"Hi, it's Beth." She said softly, trying to take the courage to tell her what she needed to. "Do you have a decond to talk?"

“Yes, of course, what’s going on?” Her boss asked.

"I'm quitting." Beth said firmly. "I'm sorry but It's not working for me anymore."

“What? Why? You’re a great nurse!” Her boss said.

Beth sighed. "I know. And I love working as a nurse. But I feel like I need to look for a different job, though oreferably still as a nurse. I don't think psychiatrics is the place for me anymore." She explained.

“Alright… do you want us to try and move you to a different ward?” The boss asked.

Would that be possible?" Beth asked. "It would be of interest, depending on where I'd be moved." She said. "I love the hospital and the other staff. It's simply that after my family issues I don't feel comfortable in that enviorment anymore."

Her boss sighed. “I’d there any department you’re more interested in? I know they have an opening up in pediátrics” she said.

Miss Wren closed her eyes, imagaining the last time she saw Gretchen. "I miss you." She whispered.

Miss Glassbill heard the whisper as she was returning. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned around and decided to go to the living room, her heart aching and tears springing to her eyes.

"How are you?" Sabina asked kindly.

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“Balenciaga, oh love… come Here” Miss Glassbill called softly, moving to put her arms around Miss Wren.

Miss Wren came to her, lookign for help.

“I’m here. I’ve got you” Miss Glassbill said softly, putting her arm around Miss Wren. “It’s alright… I’m here” she whispered.

Miss Wren wheezed, trying to pull in air that wouldn't make it down to her lungs and she was more and more upset.

“Love, calm down! Please try and calm down” Miss Glassbill said softly. “Please… You’re going to hurt yourself!” She said.

Muss Nightjar took the chance to kiss Miss Petrel.

Miss petrel smiled, gently kissing her back

Beth sighed, picking up her phone to call her boss.

“Hello?” Her boss picked up

"Hi, it's Beth." She said softly, trying to take the courage to tell her what she needed to. "Do you have a decond to talk?"

“Yes, of course, what’s going on?” Her boss asked.

"I'm quitting." Beth said firmly. "I'm sorry but It's not working for me anymore."

“What? Why? You’re a great nurse!” Her boss said.

Beth sighed. "I know. And I love working as a nurse. But I feel like I need to look for a different job, though oreferably still as a nurse. I don't think psychiatrics is the place for me anymore." She explained.

“Alright… do you want us to try and move you to a different ward?” The boss asked.

Would that be possible?" Beth asked. "It would be of interest, depending on where I'd be moved." She said. "I love the hospital and the other staff. It's simply that after my family issues I don't feel comfortable in that enviorment anymore."

Her boss sighed. “I’d there any department you’re more interested in? I know they have an opening up in pediátrics” she said.

Miss Wren closed her eyes, imagaining the last time she saw Gretchen. "I miss you." She whispered.

Miss Glassbill heard the whisper as she was returning. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned around and decided to go to the living room, her heart aching and tears springing to her eyes.

"That would be amazing, thank you." Beth said softly.

Miss Glassbill & Miss Avocet RP

"You need help. I'm getting you help." She insisted stubbornly, putting Naomi back in her crib so she could breath a little easier before heading down to find Florence.

Miss Glassbill frowned but it was too late to argue since Miss wren had already hurried off.

"Worse" Cora whispered. "They...they used them as incubators, for Wight soldiers. We're not ment to do that." She said, ready to cry.

Grace was horrified. “Oh god…” she whispered, holding Cora a little closer. “They couldn’t have survived that, could they?” She asked softly.

"Some did. Mist didn't." Miss Woodpecker said sadly. "They sent a picture...it's grotescue."

Grace shuddered. “Why would they send a picture?” She said, holding Cora a bit closer.

The other Ymbrynes did...as proof. There was a specific Ymbryne in question." She said softly. "Who the Wights captured before they killed her, nd who we thought was dead."

“Oh” grace said softly. “That’s awful” she closed her eyes, trying not to imagine it

Cora nodded. "Balenciaga was close to that particular ymbryne."

“Really?” Grace asked. “She isn’t going to take it well when she hears” she said

"Why I wanted to speak to Cathy first." She nodded.

“Good idea” grace said softly.

Cira nodded. "Can we sleep now?"

Grace nodded, holding Cora close.

Cathy blushed. "I didn't want to bother your for nothing."

“It isn’t nothing” Miss Treecreeper sighed. “Tomorrow I’m going to go out and buy a ou some compression stockings. For now I’m banding your legs and I want you to elevate them” she said. “And don’t let the baby crawl on you” she said, seeing Naomi who was ready to roll on top of her mother again.

"I'm trying not to" She said, pushing her off. "So...they're swollen?" She asked.

Cathy nodded softly.

Miss Glassbill nodded. "I will" She promised softly.

Cathy nodded, lifting up her nightgown. She was aware Miss Wren was observing them intently, nervous as always.

“Oh don’t worry so much Balenciaga” Miss Treecreeper chastised gently, glancing at the window as she realised the sun was coming up.

Miss Wren frowned. "Mostly they strsighten themselves out." She agreed softly.

“Exactly. I’ll just keep checking up to make sure it’s shifting the right way” Miss Treecreeper said. “The naughty little thing is lying sideways right now”

Miss Wren laughed. "Beth did the same thing." She said softly.

Miss Glassbill looked over at her, smiling a little. “Really?” She asked, placing a hand on her belly and feeling the baby squirm.

"Really" Miss Wren said. "The old woman tried to make her turn but she wouldn't budge. I just had to wait it out. In the end she came out the right way."

Miss Glassbill laughed softly. “That’s good” she said, turning her head to offer Miss Wren a kiss.

Mother nodded. "Then I should. "

Sharon smiled. Sitting up and keeping his arm around her, unable to stop a smile.

"Things are finally looking up for us." Mother Dust said. "Finally."

Sharon smiled, giving her a little kiss. “They are” he agreed.

"Yes..?" Miss Wren's voice was trembling before she even heard the news.

Miss Glassbill took a shaky breath. She didn’t want to say but she knew she had to. “They found her body” she said softly. “I’m sorry balenciaga”

Mother Dust laughed, cuddling him more closely.

Sharon sat up. “Do you want breakfast?” He offered.

"No." Miss Wren immidiatly denied it. "No. Why would she be in Ireland? She was French!"

Miss Glassbill nodded. “I’m telling the truth. I wish I wasn’t” she said softly. “The wights took her… she wasn’t dead” she said quietly, feeling like a cold fist was squeezing her heart.

"I don't know. Something that had a good textur I suppose. I still have some issue with and crumbly things." She said softly.

“How about porridge? We can put honey in it” Sharon suggested.

"Give it to me!" Miss Wren roared, grabbing her hands and bending open her fingers to get to it. She wasn't thinkikg clearly, thinking if she could just see it she would know she was wrong and it wasn't actually Miss Tern.

Miss Glassbill shrank back, her eyes wide as she pulled away from Balenciaga. “Love…” she called softly.

Nother Dust took it, letting him help her up. "Help me get dressed?" She asked softly. "I was thinking maybe I could eat breakfast in the kitchen."

Sharon smiled and nodded, getting her clothes and scarves for her. “Do you want me to take care of your hair for you?” He asked tenderly.

Miss Wren started to cry, holding the photi to her chest. She couldn't believe she was alive all that time. That she could've saved her. "You were right" She sobbed. "What...why did they want her..."

Miss Glassbill gulped, feeling a dull ache in her chest. “The wights…” it was hard to get the words out. “They… they experimented on ymbrynes” she said softly, tears welling in her own eyes.

"Experimented how?' Her voice was firm again, demanding. "Cathy how?!"

Miss Glassbill whimpered, she didn’t want to say and it was bringing back bad memories. “They… they wanted to-to create…. More wights… they wanted to breed more wights” she choked out finally.

"The peculiar one? Paws?" Beth asked. "Poor her...but can't they let her out soon? You know they're only trying to arrange for to have...a fair chance, when she comes out. So it won't be the same as it's been every time so far."

John nodded. “She wants her car so bad” he sighed and then nodded again. “I know… I just don’t get how being stuck in there is doing any good for her. She hates it. It’s miserable” he said

Miss Wren was shocked to see Miss Glassbill pull away, and immidiatly felt guilty. Still, she couldn't express it, just cried helplessly.

Miss Glassbill didn’t know what to do. She wanted to help but she felt sick herself. Sick and scared. Slowly she put her arm around Miss wren. “I’m sorry love, I’m so sorry” she said softly, hugging Miss Wren and trying to dry her tears. She knew she had to be strong right now.

Beth bit her lip. "John...have you ever thought she need it? She's not very good at looking after herself. And...and she does have an intellectual disability."

John frowned. “Yeah, but she’s not a little kid. They can help her take care of herself without treating her like a baby” he said.

Miss Wren nodded. "She...she ment everything." She said, not thinking of how it would feel to Cathy.

Miss Glassbill clenched her jaw but said nothing. “I know” she said quietly. “I know love” she said quietly. Her heart was beating a little faster in her chest and she felt sick to her stomach. “I’m sorry you lost her” she whispered, though what she really wanted to do was cry herself.

Miss Wren nodded, continuing to cry.

Miss Glassbill just sat there silently and hugged her, not knowing what else t do.

Beth nodded. "Talk to the psychologist. She's the one keeping here there."

“Yes, maybe… maybe if I have mum move in with me, that way I can keep an eye on her and help her with bills and stuff” he said.

Beth nodded, then sighed. "And how long will you do that? Sooner or later she need to get along on her own. I mean...I get it, I really do. But..." She shut her mouth. "Never mind."

“But What?” John asked. “Obviously mum can’t be left on her own. She needs help. And I can help her” he said.

Miss Wren calmed down. "Gretchen..." she mummbled.

Miss Glassbill sighed, trying to squash down a flair of jealousy.

"I know!" Beth explained. "But I tohught...perhaps eventually...it's good to try and help her become more independant."

John sighed. “I’m afraid if she gets left on her own again she’ll just get worse again…. It happens. Every time” John said softly.

Beth nodded. "Well I like Laura. So I suppose we can make it work."

John nodded, rubbing his face. “I’m sorry Beth…. I just really worry about her. She needs to be taken care of” he said

Mothrr followed her slowly.

Sharon stuck close by to make sure she was alright

Beth nodded slowly. "What about her flat? She has one now. How will you fit her things in here."

“I mean I’ve got an extra room. We don’t need to bring everything” John said softly. “It’s just for a while”

Beth smiled. "Wonderful. Do you rhink we can get her out?"

John nodded. “Yeah. If. Tell them we’ll look after her” he said.

Miss Nightjsr quickly pulled down the shirt again, hiding her chest.

“You don’t have to hide” Miss petrel said softly

Beth nodded. Then, she took a deep breath. :Honestly,I've been thinking of finding a new job."

John was surprised. “Really?” He asked “why? I thought you liked being a nurse.

"It's horrible. Half my chest is just...scars." she said sadly. That's...that's why I asked for an extra sweater last night. I had it to...to cover up. It felt better more covered up." She explained. "My nightmare was about when they sew together my chest. The bonemender was...rough."

Miss Petrel frowned. “I’m sure it isn’t that bad” she said softly. “You shouldn’t be ashamed” she said gently. “I’m sorry about your dream though…” she sighed. She’d had her own fare share of bad dreams recently.

Mother lightup. "It looks amazing "

Sharon smiled, setting it in front of her and pouring honey on top.

"It is!" She repeated again, finally pulling off her T-shirt. "Look at it!" She gestured to her bare chest.

“It’s really not that bad” Gwen said softly. Without thinking she reached out to touch the scars. “And You’re beautiful regardless.

Beth nodded. "I'll hand in my resignation tomorrow." She promised.

Miss Glassbill & Miss Avocet RP

"You need help. I'm getting you help." She insisted stubbornly, putting Naomi back in her crib so she could breath a little easier before heading down to find Florence.

Miss Glassbill frowned but it was too late to argue since Miss wren had already hurried off.

"Worse" Cora whispered. "They...they used them as incubators, for Wight soldiers. We're not ment to do that." She said, ready to cry.

Grace was horrified. “Oh god…” she whispered, holding Cora a little closer. “They couldn’t have survived that, could they?” She asked softly.

"Some did. Mist didn't." Miss Woodpecker said sadly. "They sent a picture...it's grotescue."

Grace shuddered. “Why would they send a picture?” She said, holding Cora a bit closer.

The other Ymbrynes did...as proof. There was a specific Ymbryne in question." She said softly. "Who the Wights captured before they killed her, nd who we thought was dead."

“Oh” grace said softly. “That’s awful” she closed her eyes, trying not to imagine it

Cora nodded. "Balenciaga was close to that particular ymbryne."

“Really?” Grace asked. “She isn’t going to take it well when she hears” she said

"Why I wanted to speak to Cathy first." She nodded.

“Good idea” grace said softly.

Cira nodded. "Can we sleep now?"

Grace nodded, holding Cora close.

Cathy blushed. "I didn't want to bother your for nothing."

“It isn’t nothing” Miss Treecreeper sighed. “Tomorrow I’m going to go out and buy a ou some compression stockings. For now I’m banding your legs and I want you to elevate them” she said. “And don’t let the baby crawl on you” she said, seeing Naomi who was ready to roll on top of her mother again.

"I'm trying not to" She said, pushing her off. "So...they're swollen?" She asked.

Cathy nodded softly.

Miss Glassbill nodded. "I will" She promised softly.

Cathy nodded, lifting up her nightgown. She was aware Miss Wren was observing them intently, nervous as always.

“Oh don’t worry so much Balenciaga” Miss Treecreeper chastised gently, glancing at the window as she realised the sun was coming up.

Miss Wren frowned. "Mostly they strsighten themselves out." She agreed softly.

“Exactly. I’ll just keep checking up to make sure it’s shifting the right way” Miss Treecreeper said. “The naughty little thing is lying sideways right now”

Miss Wren laughed. "Beth did the same thing." She said softly.

Miss Glassbill looked over at her, smiling a little. “Really?” She asked, placing a hand on her belly and feeling the baby squirm.

"Really" Miss Wren said. "The old woman tried to make her turn but she wouldn't budge. I just had to wait it out. In the end she came out the right way."

Miss Glassbill laughed softly. “That’s good” she said, turning her head to offer Miss Wren a kiss.

Mother nodded. "Then I should. "

Sharon smiled. Sitting up and keeping his arm around her, unable to stop a smile.

"Things are finally looking up for us." Mother Dust said. "Finally."

Sharon smiled, giving her a little kiss. “They are” he agreed.

"Yes..?" Miss Wren's voice was trembling before she even heard the news.

Miss Glassbill took a shaky breath. She didn’t want to say but she knew she had to. “They found her body” she said softly. “I’m sorry balenciaga”

Mother Dust laughed, cuddling him more closely.

Sharon sat up. “Do you want breakfast?” He offered.

"No." Miss Wren immidiatly denied it. "No. Why would she be in Ireland? She was French!"

Miss Glassbill nodded. “I’m telling the truth. I wish I wasn’t” she said softly. “The wights took her… she wasn’t dead” she said quietly, feeling like a cold fist was squeezing her heart.

"I don't know. Something that had a good textur I suppose. I still have some issue with and crumbly things." She said softly.

“How about porridge? We can put honey in it” Sharon suggested.

"Give it to me!" Miss Wren roared, grabbing her hands and bending open her fingers to get to it. She wasn't thinkikg clearly, thinking if she could just see it she would know she was wrong and it wasn't actually Miss Tern.

Miss Glassbill shrank back, her eyes wide as she pulled away from Balenciaga. “Love…” she called softly.

Nother Dust took it, letting him help her up. "Help me get dressed?" She asked softly. "I was thinking maybe I could eat breakfast in the kitchen."

Sharon smiled and nodded, getting her clothes and scarves for her. “Do you want me to take care of your hair for you?” He asked tenderly.

Miss Wren started to cry, holding the photi to her chest. She couldn't believe she was alive all that time. That she could've saved her. "You were right" She sobbed. "What...why did they want her..."

Miss Glassbill gulped, feeling a dull ache in her chest. “The wights…” it was hard to get the words out. “They… they experimented on ymbrynes” she said softly, tears welling in her own eyes.

"Experimented how?' Her voice was firm again, demanding. "Cathy how?!"

Miss Glassbill whimpered, she didn’t want to say and it was bringing back bad memories. “They… they wanted to-to create…. More wights… they wanted to breed more wights” she choked out finally.

"The peculiar one? Paws?" Beth asked. "Poor her...but can't they let her out soon? You know they're only trying to arrange for to have...a fair chance, when she comes out. So it won't be the same as it's been every time so far."

John nodded. “She wants her car so bad” he sighed and then nodded again. “I know… I just don’t get how being stuck in there is doing any good for her. She hates it. It’s miserable” he said

Miss Wren was shocked to see Miss Glassbill pull away, and immidiatly felt guilty. Still, she couldn't express it, just cried helplessly.

Miss Glassbill didn’t know what to do. She wanted to help but she felt sick herself. Sick and scared. Slowly she put her arm around Miss wren. “I’m sorry love, I’m so sorry” she said softly, hugging Miss Wren and trying to dry her tears. She knew she had to be strong right now.

Beth bit her lip. "John...have you ever thought she need it? She's not very good at looking after herself. And...and she does have an intellectual disability."

John frowned. “Yeah, but she’s not a little kid. They can help her take care of herself without treating her like a baby” he said.

Miss Wren nodded. "She...she ment everything." She said, not thinking of how it would feel to Cathy.

Miss Glassbill clenched her jaw but said nothing. “I know” she said quietly. “I know love” she said quietly. Her heart was beating a little faster in her chest and she felt sick to her stomach. “I’m sorry you lost her” she whispered, though what she really wanted to do was cry herself.

Miss Wren nodded, continuing to cry.

Miss Glassbill just sat there silently and hugged her, not knowing what else t do.

Beth nodded. "Talk to the psychologist. She's the one keeping here there."

“Yes, maybe… maybe if I have mum move in with me, that way I can keep an eye on her and help her with bills and stuff” he said.

Beth nodded, then sighed. "And how long will you do that? Sooner or later she need to get along on her own. I mean...I get it, I really do. But..." She shut her mouth. "Never mind."