Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Having wrapped up drying her hair in Marcus' room, Roni started clearing her path through the passages on the way to the kitchen. She'd sent Marcus in front of her, burnt out on paying attention to him whimpering that he was "dying" and required breakfast. She sincerely didn't have the foggiest idea how his framework adapted to how much food he burned-through consistently, genuinely could hardly imagine how—

She stopped at an intersection as she came nearly eye to eye with, in all honesty, Greta. Marcus had over and again requested that Roni abstain from being distant from everyone else with the elderly person, thinking that Greta would disregard Trey's admonitions and set out to exasperate her. Indeed, duh. In the course of recent months, Roni had done exactly that to maintain order.