‘What do you do in your Garden, Lillith?’ the bairn asked her.
‘I Craft,’ she returned. “I sit and weave with the Lord. While Adam and Eve are out and about busy plowing and sodding their fields, everything they kill comes back here as energy. I take its Soul,’ she looked at the child. He was perplexed. ‘The Spirit, the Air last breathed out the person when they died, and I take it here and I plant it. It grows into another Tree. It takes on a new body. It can live and learn here for a while, until -’ she looked at the boy again. “That’s enough for the day. Night is coming soon. Best you get inside that house.’
He picked up his things and sprinted along. She smiled. At least there’s some Good left in the Garden.