She’d been sweating out here for hours. Turning over dirt. Moving it from one place to another. She accepted the canteen gratefully when it came her way, barely remembering the time she would have refused to drink from the same container as a stranger.
“Thanks,” she said and wiped her hand across her mouth, likely just smearing the filth on her face into streaks.
The young girl who worked beside her looked down, but she saw the smile that turned up the corners of her lips.
Taking a chance, she leaned in. “Come see me later. I have news.”