Chapter 17:- Freckled and ginger
The creak of a door signaled Mara to step away from the fence. She continued her patrol with a sense of loss; it would only take a minute before brick took over and she could no longer breathe in the smell of the garden.
The interloper was freckled and ginger. Trying not to seem like she was paying too much attention, Mara examined her out of the corner of her eye. The woman held a bag in each hand, one of bread and one of little packets of seeds. Mara’s pace slowed, watching her scatter bread on the soft ground.