"Then... I have some questions now."
Leslie's quivering voice quietly echoed in the vast bedroom. Bringing Mimo down to her lap, her glazy eyes lingered on its face.
Months had passed yet, Leslie still vividly remembered how helpless and frightened she was on the day she carried Calliope's bloody frame.
She was already prepared to die, to follow her precious daughter to the afterlife before the crochet fox toy appeared to give her another chance at life in another dimension.
Since then, Mimo had been her loyal companion as Leslie navigated this new world. It always cheered her up whenever she dreaded the thought of not meeting Calliope again.
Lifting one hand, Leslie gently rubbed the spot behind Mimo's left ear. She uttered, "Mimo, it's okay if you can't answer me everything... but, let me try first. Is that okay?"
|You can, Leslie. I'll answer you if I can.|
