She hadn't been to the Farm often. It wasn't that she disliked the outdoors, it was just that she was so much better suited to the city life. But she knew where it was. There had been Courts here after all.
And so it was that she parked her vehicle, insured that she still had the painting, and stepped out to approach. Looking for the two she meant to meet.
Mable Wood Edward Heinrich Psychangel White Seryna