Yeah, they can. Hmm.

People can anxiously look into their backpack and then look relieved several times a day for a variety of reasons...?

"Lose something?" he asks the next time he's conveniently close enough to her when she's looking.

"...No, it's still there. Present for my sis."

"Oh, is it her birthday?"

"Nah. I just saw it and said, hey, Angie'd love this." She takes a bracelet with some kind of felt leaf decorations around it out of her bag to show him.

"Oooh that's pretty! Where'd you buy it?"

"The internet." Shrug.

Snort. "Anywhere more specific than that?"

"It was basically 'ebay for art-type-things'?"

"Fair enough."

"I'll try to remember to look it up again and write it down if you really want to know."

"Nah, it's alright, I can probably find it if I ever feel like it. What's your next class?"

"I got math. How about you?"

"English," he says, making a face.

"Wherefore art thoust meaningful insight in such prose as this? ...Uh, yeah, goodluckbye."

"Thanks."

Class, woo.

Cally is not present at the buses again. It turns out she walks home every day, apparently.

How queer.

That evening Sadde is in the graveyard again.

There's no mysterious lurker today. Though the Father does occasional circuits still.

Oh well. He returns earlier today then.

...and he will walk to school tomorrow.

Sadde sees Cally along the way, in a fast jog that is not directly towards the school. She waves cheerfully before continuing her run.

Oh cool she jogs. Sadde waves back and goes to school.

Nothing particularly out of the ordinary happens at school. Except Cally shrugging off a fall that looked kind of bad in Gym class, again.

"You're really good at this."