He might have been hideously easygoing about the fog, she realised that, she accepted that - and perhaps he was right to be, after all, since Sarah had little enough idea what either one of them could possibly do dispel it - but she appreciated his tone far less when he was unconcerned about family.
"That's not the point, Freddie," Sarah said, huffing before she could help herself, and glad she had turned away from him so that he might not notice that she was so easily vexed about this. He was right again, and perhaps the party had been more for Cassie and Meer and the rest of them all anyway, but would it be so hard for anyone to at least let something be an occasion? Children grew up so fast, she could already sense it of her nephew, and perhaps she was paying a little too much attention, but...
She couldn't look forward to that anymore, she wouldn't be able to visit two of her sisters... she was not sure the prospect of this should be as crushing as it felt, but sometimes her sisters felt like her only real friends, and if she did not have them then all she had was work, and she could not spend all her time there, not when she had a home and a husband to look after. She shut her eyes for a moment, tried to settle the unease in her bones and the tension in her mouth, find a bright side somewhere. There had to be something. Something else to think about. Something better.
"That's not the point, Freddie," Sarah said, huffing before she could help herself, and glad she had turned away from him so that he might not notice that she was so easily vexed about this. He was right again, and perhaps the party had been more for Cassie and Meer and the rest of them all anyway, but would it be so hard for anyone to at least let something be an occasion? Children grew up so fast, she could already sense it of her nephew, and perhaps she was paying a little too much attention, but...
She couldn't look forward to that anymore, she wouldn't be able to visit two of her sisters... she was not sure the prospect of this should be as crushing as it felt, but sometimes her sisters felt like her only real friends, and if she did not have them then all she had was work, and she could not spend all her time there, not when she had a home and a husband to look after. She shut her eyes for a moment, tried to settle the unease in her bones and the tension in her mouth, find a bright side somewhere. There had to be something. Something else to think about. Something better.
