Finally her chest relaxed as the panic settled into something more comparable to an unsettling sense of calm. Was she supposed to- What was she supposed to do now? Allow Tilda to handle her situation? Try and explain things to Tilda's parents, and eventually the other MacFustys who would inevitably learn of her presence?
One thing was certain: all she wanted to do right now was sleep.
"Thank you, Tilda," she breathed, leaning back where she'd been placed. "You wouldn't mind if I- well, if I napped, would you?" she asked, looking up at her friend with a pained smile.
One thing was certain: all she wanted to do right now was sleep.
"Thank you, Tilda," she breathed, leaning back where she'd been placed. "You wouldn't mind if I- well, if I napped, would you?" she asked, looking up at her friend with a pained smile.
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