Blackwater Islands I won't unfold

cerulean could certainly empathize.  though their situations were not remotely similar, the feeling of homesickness spread like contagion from one woman to the other.  it was not too long ago that the sisters had fled their homeland.

the difference was: they'd never be welcome back.

she wears a pained expression until bridget finds her solution, then turns her attention to the task at hand.  the distraction would be useful for them both.

little, she admits.  the only cure i know of are poppy seeds.  but i know you have to be careful with them, and i don't really understand what they do.