Grace
“Where do you think they sent Joy?” I ask Elizabeth. We’re sitting in the cafeteria. Neither one of us is particularly interested in what is on the menu, nor on our plates. We just sort of sit there picking at things, and when that gets nowhere fast, we turn to each other.
I notice right away Elizabeth is quieter than normal. Contemplative. I’m not yet sure whether this is a good thing, or if it’s bad. I don’t know her well enough to make that kind of determination. “Hello?” I say, and she looks up.
I realized last night that I need Elizabeth’s help. If anyone can help Joy, it’s her.
She throws a sharp look in my direction. “What?”
So quiet is not good, it seems. “I asked where you think Joy is.”
“Somewhere deep in the belly of this place,” she tells me with a shrug. “How shoul
