"No," he replies, and then. "Though I would like to think that she is still - still somewhere."
Still alive, really. It has been eighteen years, after all.
The silence is heavy for a moment and then the front door is opened and the form of Louisa is grinning at them from the front steps, bonnet abandoned and curls falling around her face as she waits.
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Date: 2007-08-11 04:08 am (UTC)Still alive, really. It has been eighteen years, after all.
The silence is heavy for a moment and then the front door is opened and the form of Louisa is grinning at them from the front steps, bonnet abandoned and curls falling around her face as she waits.