22 - Maeve
I hadn’t brought fine clothes in my pack, so I settled for a clean Dr. Who T-shirt featuring the blue police phone box on a background of space, and my best pants, pale blue jeans without holes or frayed parts. (And no, I didn’t buy my jeans already ripped at some store for an ugly price. My pants got their holes and rips naturally, brushing against rocks or slipping on mud patches.)
I didn’t have much hair to comb, so my toilet was fast. From under the Tee, I pulled out the tiny amethyst I wore as a pendant, a birthday gift from Rowan. The fine silver chain and the violet crystal stood out against the dark space background.
I came down, gripping the handrail, one step at the time. I had regained some strength and the descent was not too much for my left knee. But the scrubbi
