#12- Worry
"He said he might not be there."
"I know, Peter, I know what he said. I heard him." Susan turned her cup, watching as the firelight danced on the beaten gold.
"You don't think this has anything to do with…" Peter trailed off, his eyes sliding to the west and the sunset.
"I don't know. But I am worried. It's not… Don't say anything to Edmund."
"You think he hasn't noticed? The entire camp's been off since She came."
Susan's eyes flashed. "Peter."
"I won't say a thing."
"Good. Maybe Aslan meant something different."
They both smiled; neither believed it.
