Flanna sat and ate her breakfast quietly while around her, Susan, Reggie, and Dana talked about the old days. Dana had come out of her shell a little since arriving; the others could actually understand her contributions to the conversation without lip reading. Zoe seemed to hang on their every word, but it meant nothing to Flanna. The only old days she was interested in were the ones her father and godmother Tracy had told her about.
Flanna was more interested in the strange things all around her in her temporary home; the cook stove that used rings of red hot metal to cook their food, a machine that infused hot water with dried and ground beans to make a hot drink that was supposed to help wake you up, and a small box fastened to the wall that helped you talk to people far away were jus
