Jenny: A Question

The Guttersnipe shook her head. "I...I don't know, Domitia. I'm sorry. It is just so hard... My home," she clenched her hands, "is the best place in the world. I want to go home. I will do anything to get back home. But then he says to wait. Wait for what? Why? What is happening? Something." She shivered like a horse that smells fire. There was something hanging over them, something oppressive, like thunder.

"Domitia," she asked suddenly, "would you care if you came home with me, and didn't go back to Attacotti-land?"

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