I know you’re occupied with your studies,” Hamish said as they entered the tool shed Otha had converted to house Griselda’s tank. “Your assistance is very much appreciated.”“It’s alright,” she said, but she could hear the shortness in her voice. She told herself to be civil. It wasn’t Hamish’s fault she was feeling overwhelmed and distracted. After spending longer than she’d wanted worming the goats, she was behind schedule for the day, and still fuming about Graad. Not to mention everything else that seemed to be happening all at once lately. The only bright spot was her conversation with Liam in the truck. He had no insights to offer, of course; she didn’t expect that. It had just felt good to say out loud what she’d been going through. At least he didn’t think she was insane. And that was encouraging.Griselda sensed them coming into the shed, and rose up into the water from the bottom of her aquarium, a clear ballisti-plast structure that reached from floor to ceiling against the back wall.
