Turns out, it was harder to shake at least Ed than she figured. Art she hadn’t tried out. They talk about it afterwards in their temporary home beside the still pouring waterfall, mission to the nearby inland sea unfulfilled and perhaps unfulfillable given the flow away from it instead of toward. This acted not like a real falls, in other words. “So, what’s the status?” Ed wanted to know. “Am I in or am I out?”
“Both,” she jested. “For now.”
The waterfall drowned out the rest of their conversation this morning, but little words remained.
Sunklands 