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Date: 2017-09-17 09:40 pm (UTC)From:Still, she can't keep all the bitterness out of her tone when she says, "I don't know what they expect me to do with it." She gestures over her shoulder, the implications obvious. It might be modest by Darrow's standards, but it is still far too much for one person. "It's just me. And a--a dog."
She knows how horribly dismissive that sounds, and she knows she isn't as alone as she feels. But it also isn't an inaccurate summation. None of her remaining friends are in need of housing. Her family isn't here, and she's not holding her breath for their arrival (as if losing them once wasn't bad enough). She doesn't know what living in this house might do for her besides emphasize what she's missing. And it hardly needs emphasizing.