That was enough.
And Catherine, sitting in the grass with a rainbow still fading on her face, seemed, for the first time in a hundred years, to smile a little differently.
She was right. The wind hadn’t come for three days. Without Pop, the moor grew silent. The heather stopped dancing. The curtains hung limp as tired tongues. Even the grandfather clock seemed to hold its breath.
Pop — Kitty Catherine Sadie
That was enough.
And Catherine, sitting in the grass with a rainbow still fading on her face, seemed, for the first time in a hundred years, to smile a little differently.
She was right. The wind hadn’t come for three days. Without Pop, the moor grew silent. The heather stopped dancing. The curtains hung limp as tired tongues. Even the grandfather clock seemed to hold its breath.