Philip Shaw: "That blanket was originally mine." A few days ago, he helped Anne's father mend the fishing nets. His mending technique was different from the locals, resulting in stronger nets. To thank him, Anne's father specially arranged a small room with a bed in his house for him to stay.
But every time after meals, Philip Shaw left and never stayed overnight.
Anne: "…But now it's hers."
Philip Shaw glanced at her coldly, "Mine is hers."
Anne thought indignantly, I even gave you two menstrual bands. How does that count?
But saying it out loud felt too petty.
In one morning, Philip Shaw washed a set of pajamas, then washed the blanket and bed sheets.
Fortunately, everything was very lightweight and could be done without much effort.
By noon, the weather had cleared up, with the sun peeking halfway out from behind the clouds. Philip Shaw hung the pajamas and bedding in the courtyard to dry, then returned to the room to check on Aldana Candi.
