Spring 80: misunderstanding

Dearest Zann,

I fed Jhus and put her to bed tonight. She wasn’t exactly difficult, but I had to tell her at every point that I was using Wande’s authority to tell her to clean her teeth and change into her sleepsmock. And she didn’t look at me during any hour of the evening. She didn’t throw rocks at me, so that’s one good thing. Honestly, I’ve never appreciated her more.

Wande came in late. She looked exhausted, and was favouring her right leg. I fixed her a pop as she slumped into the big chair. “Thank you,” she said.

“Where’d you go tonight?” I asked.

“Out with Ostavon and Geme. We ended up walking across half the city finding the right tavern.”

“Oh.” I felt a little left out. Why not invite me to that? They’re more my friends than hers, really.

“You would have hated it,” she yawned. “One of Geme’s cousins thinks she can sing.”

Well, that’s true. I don’t have any patience for bad singing. “Do you need dinner? There’s still some–“

“No, we ate at the place. I should just go and sleep; I’m going to be hopeless at work tomorrow.”

So we went to sleep. I did remember one thing before we drifted off, though. Geme doesn’t have any cousins.

Must be some kind of misunderstanding, though. I mean, Wande of all people, on the sliparound? Ridiculous.

Love,

Ybel