As soon as the lid went up, Sam swung the bag in; she could take a hint.
“That, I can imagine.” The adept offered a small, sympathetic smile, but no further comment, instead contenting herself with trudging back to retrieve another bag to bin, and then another, and another. Of all her unanswered questions, she concentrated on one, because it was trivial and didn't tie---at least, not directly---back to the Byers' hurt.
Christ on a cracker, how does anyone scrounge up so much newpaper without having it hoarded?
After a while, with the last bags piled beside the almost-overflowing trash can, Sam straightened and stretched, still sore from the drive. “Told Will I would only be a minute; he's probably wondering what happened. I'm going to go in, go get my stuff in, and then park my butt, unless there's anything more you want a hand with out here.”
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Date: 2019-10-25 02:57 am (UTC)“That, I can imagine.” The adept offered a small, sympathetic smile, but no further comment, instead contenting herself with trudging back to retrieve another bag to bin, and then another, and another. Of all her unanswered questions, she concentrated on one, because it was trivial and didn't tie---at least, not directly---back to the Byers' hurt.
Christ on a cracker, how does anyone scrounge up so much newpaper without having it hoarded?
After a while, with the last bags piled beside the almost-overflowing trash can, Sam straightened and stretched, still sore from the drive. “Told Will I would only be a minute; he's probably wondering what happened. I'm going to go in, go get my stuff in, and then park my butt, unless there's anything more you want a hand with out here.”