At a loss for what to do, she pulled out her phone and pulled up the inci-website to check for news on the fire, but it had nothing new. She wasn’t surprised. It was normally only updated once a day and usually in the evening. Not sure what else she could do, she went to her rocking chair and picked up the pair of carding brushes she kept nearby. The chair had been a pain to get up here, she’d ended up using the pulley system she used to get the bags of wool and other things up here to store them. She’d debated the wisdom of bothering, but found herself using the chair more than she’d thought. Now she was even considering leaving it up here once this was over. Assuming they survived that was.
She had questions, and with someone here to talk to, she wanted to talk but the furrow between Ja
