Sometimes, she thought, it would be nice if people could be a bit kinder . . . She stared at the ball. Well, she could make a start. “He will make friends easily,” she whispered. It wasn’t much, she knew, but it was something she’d never been able to get the hang of.
Magrat makes me sad. She makes me wish I lived in Lancre so there would be someone to be nice to her.
