Sharon is becoming a legitimate problem for me.
Until recently she’s been a thorn in just about everyone’s side, but she’s provided an interesting opportunity for me to do good. Returning thrown necklaces and other bits of stolen property, stopping fights before they begin, stupid little stuff. Little stuff that makes people happy and lets me see my mother in my dreams. The dreams, even if they are filled with confusion and violence and strange warnings that I don’t understand, are still time with my mother. Until Sharon I’ve been used to people somehow intrinsically understanding to leave me