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As Astrid approached the flower shop, she stopped, staring at the door. There were two girls she’d never seen before sitting there outside. Older girls, fresh faces, no makeup. One wore a vintage-style dress with little flowers, her sandy hair in a bun with a chopstick stuck in it. The dark one had on jeans and a pink cotton turtleneck. Black clean shoulder-length hair..
The vintage-dress girl stood up, squinting into the sun, her eyes the same gray as her dress, freckles. She smiled uncertainly when Astrid walked up.
“Are you Astrid Magnussen?” she asked.
( Who Wants to Know? CW for talk of murder. )
[[ NFI, as it goes straight into the proper shop post here. That Astrid had people looking for her to talk about her mother is A-OK, but if the specific details could be NFB, it would be appreciated. Taken and modified slightly from White Oleander by Janet Fitch. We're finally out of Chapter 27! Huzzah! ]]
The vintage-dress girl stood up, squinting into the sun, her eyes the same gray as her dress, freckles. She smiled uncertainly when Astrid walked up.
“Are you Astrid Magnussen?” she asked.
( Who Wants to Know? CW for talk of murder. )
[[ NFI, as it goes straight into the proper shop post here. That Astrid had people looking for her to talk about her mother is A-OK, but if the specific details could be NFB, it would be appreciated. Taken and modified slightly from White Oleander by Janet Fitch. We're finally out of Chapter 27! Huzzah! ]]
