"They think I'm their momma." It's a said a faint smile, more an implication of an expression than the thing itself. "And I guess this is their home. Geese are like that."

Home. It's a strange word to say, in reference to this place. It feels heavy on her tongue. An anchor. But the only people who think anchors are only good things are those who've never been on the water proper. Anchors can sink a boat just as much as save it. If things go wrong. Things can do that, go wrong.

"Same with Star, and the other, um. Peabirds."

But no, no Annie, Beverly's talking about other things now. She has to focus.

"Did anyone die?"