 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Brandon held up his book so Aurora could see. "I'm reading a book of Robert Frost's poetry. My pen pal sent it to me the other day." He'd told Phoebe a million and one times that she didn't need to give him anything in exchange for the dittany, but she'd decided that she 'owed' him. While Brandon knew that was just the way Phoebe DupontCalypso was, he found it kind of sad. His gift cost nothing to him, and it was probably hard for her to let go of a book. And... he wasn't sure if she'd stolen it, bought it, or found it unattended and decided nobody else wanted it. It seemed very well loved... perhaps it was from a used bookstore? A boy could hope. It was a good book. "I was coming out here to read because the weather was nice, but I got distracted so I'm only on the second poem." And now he couldn't keep reading, because it was rude to read when hanging out with someone. Brandon didn't mind. He liked hanging out just as much as he liked reading. "What are you doing out here?" |