Sabre had elected to stay upstairs in her bedroom, with the chicken. She stroked it's soft feathers, as her adrenaline began to subside. While Earnie and Wen were cleaning up beer bottles and sweeping up broken glass, Astrid pounded her feet on the door to the basement.
It was already late in the evening when an impatient rapping came at the door. Sabre, who was still enjoying her book, now in the smelly chair by the old wood-burning stove, glanced down at the floorboards, unsure of what to do. She was sure it was in her contract to not let anyone in... and she recalled that she wasn't even supposed to be in the shop by herself, but she had gotten cold. Since the fire in the stove had still been burning she had moved downstairs to take asvantage of the free heat.
Half a block away and on the other side of the street sat a snow-powdered Anne Simmons, with her notebook. At first glance, anyone would assume that she was patiently waiting for the bus that would take her back up the road to the Clinic where she worked.
But, even though he had his headphones back on and blasting away, Tember noticed he was being watched, as he trudged back up the street... and he didn't like it.
Sabre, returned upstairs where she had left a pot of stew simmering, the potatoes and broth a gift from the Wren's.
I'm going to have to be careful about this... Al thought, already predicting that situations would soon arise when he'd regret making such a promise.
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