In other circumstances, Iren might’ve sat and savored the view. On a different day, in a different life, she might’ve brought Ann there. They could’ve picnicked on the long wall of the fountain. Iren would’ve rolled up her trousers, Ann would’ve knotted up her skirts, and they’d cool their feet in the water. They’d hold hands and listen to the musical trickling until they fell into a trance. But instead, Iren was about to watch her friend get eaten by toilet worms.
