Ellie and Leo chilled on the couch for a while today. Which is good, because she’s been being a little bit standoffish with him, as he is not a source of food.
And he noticed, as one does if one spends any amount of time contemplating her hands, that Ellie manages to get her fingernails dirty.
And she had no explanation to offer him.
I have none either. I suspect that her grandmother has got her in some early-intervention gardening program, to save her from my black thumb, but I can’t prove that.