Chapter Seven(14)
Seeing that they were again about to ignore her, Cecy interrupted hurriedly, ‘Why did we come here for? Lydia?’ Please don’t start arguing again, this is ridiculous.
Seeing that Lydia had no intention of minding her, she added hesitatingly, ‘Ly?’
Lydia turned at that, her eyebrows raised, ‘So you did remember to call me Ly, didn’t you?’
She is nervous, cautious. Afraid of something. Avoiding the subject.
A small voice wormed itself into Cecy’s mind, and she couldn’t tell where it had come from. She remembered again the vision she had had, of the young boy and girl, and the burning fire, the desolate world. She had no other way to explain it, so it must be a......talent of hers?