“You do?” Lulu wasn’t sure if her question had been a test or not. One to see if Wendy did know.
Obviously, to the younger generation, the blank child’s grave in the cemetary was still just as much of a mystery as anything else.
“You prepare for a death, and then it doesn’t happen.” she was thinking outloud as her fingers traced the cold granite, “So where do you go from there? When they’re already dead in your mind.”
Again, discomfort settled in the pit of Wendy’s stomach as the conversation took a darker turn. She bit down on her lip as she tried to gather her thoughts well enough to say something coherent.
"I…I’m not sure…“ It was a weak reply, but Wendy couldn’t say she’d been through anything similar to Lulu’s situation. She wasn’t even totally sure Lulu was talking to her. She didn’t know what else to say, so she stood there in awkward silence. She didn’t want to just open her mouth and accidentally offend Lulu, not when she was being so open. "I…I don’t think your dad loves you any differently because of this…right?”
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