Arrow Lake Is an impossible dream

But Spook didn't necessarily share everything that happened to him with his mother -- there was no look or even guess of familiarity there. She just watched, analyzed, like usual. A slight roll of her shoulder. Seeing who's even here. If anyone is worth it. If not, I go home. It was a very cut and dry thing to her, but it was always easier to cut the world into nice little black and white chunks -- usually things did a good job at compartmentalizing themselves that way anyway. Every once and a while a shade of grey, but not as frequent in her world as there were in others'. The question was whether this woman would place herself neatly in one of those categories or not.