They had spent almost thirty minutes, both talking and listening to each other. Learning how to be good attenders, and having no rush whatsoever to complete a task that was still at hand.
However, Fionna would once in a while glance in the direction in which she appeared from. Knowing that her friend, Evelyn, would soon get tired of sitting beside the chapel. Probably thinking of Fionna's welfare and other troubles she presently bore.
"How many were killed?" Wesley asked, assuming that, after all this while in which the burning house became news to many people, and now dying down in their mouths, they had counted the deaths and made ammends to their individual respective family members.
Fionna lightly cleared out her throat. She had not known the massive amounts of m******e, and knew no
