Casual? Maybe. But then again, so was Lulu, as she sat on her knees in the middle of a wet plot of dirt, mud caked the bottom of her dress, she seemed as though she could care less.
She could buy another dress, she only had one grave.
The smaller girl used her cane to tap the old granite, the plot around it, where the blind girl sat, seemed only big enough for a small coffin to fit.
“That one.” Wendy wanted to see, so Lulu showed her, it was that simple. “Small but classy, you know? It would be terrible to spend to much on that sort of thing.”
Wendy stood there in stunned silence for several moments. There was no way to reply to something like this. The plot Lulu was sitting on was so tiny. The horrible realisation came to Wendy before she could ask. She swallowed hard, collecting her thoughts before saying anything. This was an important moment in their one sided friendship and Wendy didn’t want to ruin it by opening her big mouth and letting any old thing pour out.
"Lulu, I…“ Words didn’t come easily for her as she stared at the grave. It was old and weathered and she couldn’t help but wonder why it was there, what had happened to Lulu. Wendy was only too aware that Lulu didn’t like her very much, so why was she showing her this? Lulu was talking in such a cavalier fashion and it jarred Wendy. "How old…were you…?”
(Source: weeniecorduroy)
1:50 pm Tuesday, August 19, 2014 | 
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