05-28-2013, 12:08 PM
It's amusing, perhaps, that the eighteen year old girl who's spent the last almost-two-years on a camping bike tour of the southwest US and Mexico fits into this house better than the girl who grew up here; Shoshannah may (does) bleed anger and defensiveness, but it's clear she's at home with nice, pretty things. (Annie's not the first rich kid to reject her old life and take a new one, indeed.) She doesn't sit when Pan and Annie do, but instead wanders the room touching everything - not picking up or moving most things, mind, just touching. Absorbing it all, as she does the conversation that flows around her. As she's met few people in this new town she finds herself living in, she has little to offer . . . but that doesn't mean she won't say anything if she has something useful.