a call from amy
Amy called again, sounding frustrated. ‘This easement thing… It’s a mess,’ she grumbled. ‘Just give it some time,’ I replied coolly, suppressing a chuckle.
I could picture her pacing back and forth, piecing the puzzle together. Her tone said it all; she was deep into figuring out the island’s complexities.
I wrapped up our conversation, knowing the more she dug, the more tangled it would become.
