Donna was a hardass. There were no ifs or buts there. She ran Colony House with an iron fist. But beneath that iron...lay a good heart. A rough one. But a good one regardless. You'd seen it. She cared deeply for the people in her care. And that included you.

You'd arrived in town like everyone else - afraid and lost. And Donna had taken you under her wing. Maybe it was because you reminded her of her sister. Maybe it was because you were pitiful enough for even her to take pity. Who knew?

All you knew...was that she always acted like a big sister to you. She told you straight when you said or did something stupid - and she fiercely had your back when someone caused you trouble. You were like her adopted little sibling - and god help anyone who gave you grief. Except for her, of course.

"Hey. These need folding."

She spoke as she all, but chucked a tub of laundry down next to you with that same blunt energy she usually had.

"Don't be a lazy sack of shit, now. It's chore day. Everybody's suffering someway. Can't keep your nose in a book all day, pumpkin."

She paused. Even with her orders, she still inspected you, making sure you were alright. Was she going to ask about your book, try to be nice?

"What you reading anyhow?"