Chapter 5“Well, there they go again. All dead. This is hopeless.” Mother had finished decorating outside, and now complained that her flowers were wilting. She came over to me, where I still sat on the ground, feeling miserable with my memories. Hauling me up by my arm, she tutted. “Wulfren, I did warn you.”
“What should I do?” I asked her.
She was distracted, frowning at her wilting floral arrangement. “Oh, I don’t know, dear,” she said absently. “Do what you feel is right.”
“But—”
“One might best do it—” she winked at me over her shoulder, “—while everyone else is still sleeping.”
“Oh.” I blinked, realising what she meant. “Yes! Thank you, Mother.”
“You’re welcome, dear.”
I wasted no time in retreating to the edge of the rotten ring. Looking about, I couldn’t see anyone nearby, on
