Leaving her bag near Effy's, Kate steps up onto the tiny front porch, noting how similar the whole structure looks to a lot of the huts back on the other island. It's as if the building crew came over here and built these, too, but she knows they didn't. That makes it all even more strange. It looks too familiar for something that she's supposed to be seeing for the first time.
"There's a bunch of stuff inside," she says, pushing up onto her toes to look through one of the windows. There's a heavy wooden shutter pulled down over it, but she presses it up with one hand to take in the state of the hut beyond. There's a bed, a small dresser, even what looks like a little wooden train set, discoloured with age and exposure to the salt in the air, she figures.
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Date: 2012-03-07 03:56 pm (UTC)"There's a bunch of stuff inside," she says, pushing up onto her toes to look through one of the windows. There's a heavy wooden shutter pulled down over it, but she presses it up with one hand to take in the state of the hut beyond. There's a bed, a small dresser, even what looks like a little wooden train set, discoloured with age and exposure to the salt in the air, she figures.