Broken Boulder the soul serene

There were so many options! They could talk about the weather, or current events; weather or herding patterns — I don't care. As long as it doesn't have anything to do with them. It was like no one knew anything else to talk about anymore. If it didn't directly pertain to Queenie's unwanted and (sorta) unplanned pregnancy, then it was immediately thrown out of the window. You know what you can talk to me about?, she asked, suddenly a degree perkier, The borders. Do you know who maintains them?