shards [of glass]. fragments [of days past].
(I keep them all) in locked boxes.
"The past is easier," Widget says. "It's already there."
"In the stars?" Bailey asks.
"No," Widget says. "On people. The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it's still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now. I can... well, read isn't the right word, but it's not the right word for what Poppet does with the stars, either."
"So you can see my past on me?" Bailey asks.
"I could," Widget says. "I try not to do it without permission if there's nothing that jumps out automatically. Do you mind?"
Bailey shakes his head. "Not at all." *