“If you just *become* Greenleaf for a while — shedding your wings when needed — then maybe we can figure out this whole Ebony-Ivory confusion. I recall the salt and pepper shakers at Starbucanneers.”
“I’m going to stop you there, Baker Bloch,” says Wheeler from her opposite side of The Table. “I have to go see how our Miss Ouri is doing.”
“Oh okay,” he complied, knowing how important all that was (as well).
She moves just across the green.
“Dad-dy. We’re still *here.* And there’s not even a town to escape to now. The castle is isolated (!).”
“Shush babydoll,” he whispers, also placing his finger over his lips. “Daddy’s trying to read.” He returns to such. Almost got it now. MOA is…
She’s heard enough for now through the coke machine. Kactus too. MOA… right down the stairs beside her in the basement of this very building. The key to rebuilding the town itself. Files inside, he said. More buildings. Many more.
Locked away until the right time to spring forward again. Maybe next spring, then.
Unless she destroys it first.