Jane threw away the
rest of her apple. She was careful to wrap up the brownie, though. Only a fool
would throw away three inches by three inches of fudgy chocolaty goodness with
frosting as thick as the brownie itself. She might need the comfort of that
brownie after she visited Divine's Emporium.
She remembered how to get there, like she had built-in GPS. A big olive and gold Victorian house on a dead-end street overlooking the slope down into the park. Jane dredged up memories of Divine's as she walked the few blocks over there. Outings to town were treats at the orphanage. She remembered competing with the other girls to hold their housemother's hand as they walked from their cottage to the curiosity shop. Or better yet, to hold the hand of Mrs. Silvestri, the orphanage administrator, when she took children into town for shopping excursions or to play in the park or go to a play at the college.
Funny, how easy it was to remember all those little things now, when up until this visit, it felt like her life hadn't really started until Beau and Demetrius took her to the Sanctum. Not that the Old Poops would ever employ memory-wiping.
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