Blue-eyes wandered down to the shore tonight. Her broken heart is aching.
Becky is sad but doesn’t know why. Mama sleeps in her bedroom, but Sleep won’t come to Becky, no matter how long she shuts her eyes and thinks of Nothing.
Nothing won’t stay in Becky’s mind, but it haunts her heart. It likes to wander the echoing corridors and rooms and play hide-and-seek with its own voice.
Blue-eyes sits in the murky wave and soaks her dress, but doesn’t care. Cold around her ankles and thighs, and shivers in her chest. The Sun forsook her; he said he wouldn’t. He said so. Wasn’t a promise, but let your yes be your yes and your no be your no…