You won't want me sharing. You could have the bedroom. It'd be fun. Tears pricked my eyelids. I'll keep it in mind if I get desperate.
Cassie is a nice girl.
Her offer was kind, although it sounded impractical and couldn't be a long-term solution. I was glad I hadn't told her about the bottle message. Her father's superstitions might have rubbed off on her too, and for all she seemed well-balanced now, that balance might be precarious. It was another risk I couldn't take. Ingrid's message was something I had to deal with on my own - like the winter storms.