"Yeah, okay," Olive says, nodding. Whatever he wants to do, however he thinks is the best way to handle this, she's there for him, ready to go where he says. She'll go home without him, too, if he wants the space, though she'd rather not. What matters is what he needs.
She straightens up to go, hand still at the crook of his elbow, and that's when she sees it, a plain wooden cross next to Peter's grave. The sight of it makes her go still, feeling like a chill got stuck at the top of her spine. "That's weird," she says, because it could just be a coincidence. Maybe the graves here are in alphabetical order. "That one says..."
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Date: 2013-08-21 09:38 pm (UTC)She straightens up to go, hand still at the crook of his elbow, and that's when she sees it, a plain wooden cross next to Peter's grave. The sight of it makes her go still, feeling like a chill got stuck at the top of her spine. "That's weird," she says, because it could just be a coincidence. Maybe the graves here are in alphabetical order. "That one says..."