Duck Lake Fearsome fishes

Inkeri shifted. Me too. Too.

Another shift, the scars on her skin always present, the ones underneath not so much. Except when she spoke. Her repeated words and her shifting eyes. Then you could see them. But had it been a rrift or a woman so in love with a man she couldn't have that it had turned to hate.

Yes.

Inkeri would easily step in and spend as much time as Arlette wanted fishing.

Fade?