♬ - a friend/best friend memory
"Why do you always sit there?"
It's the first thing she says to the human girl. Quissa has been watching her for a while - there is some shrubbery in a little green square next to the house, and that shrubbery is a good place to watch the window in the ground floor, where the human girl is sitting and reading, if you don't want to have people watch you too.
The house is pretty, and the human girl is too. Her clothes are pretty. Her hair is pretty.
Quissa likes watching her.
The girl puts down her book. She looks at Quissa in confusion.
"Because I can't go outside," she answers.
Quissa frowns. "Why not?"
"I'm sick, that's why." The girl grimaces.
"Oh." Quissa says nothing for a bit, then - "Isn't that boring?"
The girl shrugs. "I have books. And my tutors. I'm fine."
Quissa frowns. "What about friends?"
"They don't have time." The girl is sad, and lonely - she always looks sad and lonely, every day that Quissa has watched her.
Quissa puts her arms behind her back, and smiles. "I have time," she says.
The girl looks at her quizzically. Quissa pushes on.
"I could be your friend. I'm not boring. And I have time."
She stands up straighter when the girl looks her up and down. "But my mother wouldn't let you in."
Quissa shrugs. "I can come here. Your mother won't see me, right? I just come here, and we can talk or play games or things like that. I see a lot of things. I could tell you stories."
There's a light in the girl's eyes now. "What kind of stories?"
Quissa grins. "Do you know the baker with the bald head, two streets away? So, yesterday..."
