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Mar. 10th, 2019 03:52 pmIt's not a very good day for sitting outside, chilly and overcast and rather on the damp side. But being indoors felt stifling, and Greta's bundled enough to be comfortable. She's one of the only people in the courtyard, a to-go cup of tea warming her fingers as she considers her options.
A small, selfish part of her wants to just refuse this unanticipated responsibility that's been heaped upon her shoulders. She has enough experience running a business to not miss it one jot, and she liked her job as it was. It had been easier to agree to the idea of taking over ownership of the Gardens when it was strictly hypothetical, before her employers joined the bloody exodus and made it all terribly real.
But she had agreed, and her complaints sound petulant even to her own ears. Baz and Simon may have disappeared, but the children haven't. It wouldn't feel right to simply shutter the place. Not without at least making a go of it.
Greta takes a rather morose sip of her tea, letting herself look as tired as she feels.
A small, selfish part of her wants to just refuse this unanticipated responsibility that's been heaped upon her shoulders. She has enough experience running a business to not miss it one jot, and she liked her job as it was. It had been easier to agree to the idea of taking over ownership of the Gardens when it was strictly hypothetical, before her employers joined the bloody exodus and made it all terribly real.
But she had agreed, and her complaints sound petulant even to her own ears. Baz and Simon may have disappeared, but the children haven't. It wouldn't feel right to simply shutter the place. Not without at least making a go of it.
Greta takes a rather morose sip of her tea, letting herself look as tired as she feels.
