Half an hour later, Lucille finally rose from beneath the apple tree. She brushed the leaves and dirt from her pants.
As she bent, the dappled lights cast darker shadows on her, obscuring her face. Her brows furrowed slightly before they eased, revealing a clear gaze.
Lucille's brief thought about her father's murderer, Captain Gao, still remained in her mind, as if a shadow waiting for its moment to emerge. But she decided to bring it up to Ashrik later.
Certainly not tonight. She hoped to keep the peace of today intact. Perhaps she would act tomorrow or the day after.
Anyway, her desire to bake a pie or two was still strong. She'd better return as soon as possible and ask if he knew how. Perhaps they could have some baked goods for dessert after dinner.
