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Inevitable III glanced at him over the menu. His face was red again, but I couldn't think of what I might have said to bring it about. "Are you okay?"
"Um." His shoulders un-hunched as he sat up a bit straighter, but then he returned to curling up inside his own physical space. "I'm f-fine." The way his eyes darted around the room reminded me of a trapped squirrel searching for an escape route.
Having more or less exhausted McKay's a couple of days agoafter eating six out of ten meals therewe'd been trying to find a new place, without a lot of luck. My latest attempt, this current restaurant that we were currently sitting in, had looked good to me, but I was starting to realize that Cayn was not of the same mind. Sure, it was French cuisine, but I was there to explain things to him. And to push away the cloud of ignorance that was so mind-numbingly common to this part of town.
Deciding had been easy
InevitableI set the phone back in the cradle, then leaned back on my bed and sighed. It had been three days, and I still couldn't bring myself to dial more than two digits of Cayn's phone number. I knew something was wrong, but I really didn't want to guess what, considering my first guess would not induce attractive behavior in me. I stood up and stretched, then headed for the door without really coming down from the stretch. I had to feel tall if I was going over to the Arrowleaf residence.
The bus ride was familiar, but there was no danger of falling asleep before I got there. I was too nervous, too worried. Cayn didn't know it, but he was the only person I knew who could get me this concerned about anything. Especially when it came to what I was fearing.
It took way too long to walk to the house in my current state, so I ran the whole wayalmost the whole way. I didn't want to look freaked out and kn
I'm So UnpreparedI was stuck like that for quite some time, just feeling foolish and squished. It was a poor time to notice anything, but I was taking in waves of trivia regardless. Giovanni smelled like a particular brand of shampoo that I knew cost more than some people's lunches, but he didn't seem to wear cologne, a fact that I found curiously jarring. His hands were smooth, too, which was even more unsettling. Worse was that as his hug went on and on into Olympic record length, I found it to be less repugnant. I mean, I didn't mind it as much five minutes in as I had two minutes in.
"You can let go, please "
He just grunted in the negative and started getting me into his lap. I protested loudly, but he paid about as much heed to me as a cow would to a traffic warden. Even if I were to grow three feetmiraculouslyI was certain that he would still treat me as if I were a porcelain doll.
A knock on the
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 7The way she said it sounded more menacing than a mugger demanding a wallet and jewelry, Taivuttaa couldn't help thinking. He peeled his damp fingertips from the surface of the table, then folded his hands in his lap. They felt like long soggy threads of cheese, and he was actually afraid to look at them. "Is it something good?" He kept his gaze on Salugi's frightening face.
Her eyes were twinkling, and her mouth was curled into an odd sort of grin. He hoped that was a clue that the look in her eyes was not born of malice, but believing it was difficult. "I think it can grow to be deliriously useful," she said, setting the frothy, soapy cup back onto the table. "Looks like my intuition was right about you."
The bubbles in the cup fizzled down pitifully as he moved his focus to this much safer-seeming staring point. He nearly asked what exactly her intuition had told her, but then Novi stepped forward
Contra-Bandy ch16"Is it okay that I've called?" Caroline Beckhurdst's timid voice quivered through the receiver.
I had completely forgotten about her. So much for matchmaking and the constancy of American cinema affecting real life Lately my life had been like an Uwe Bohl film. "Of course, it's perfectly alright." It was only half a lieI'd go to hell for something else.
"Well um, good!" Her voice was entirely too chirpy, but I forgave her on the grounds that I had a headache and was already annoyed. "Are you feeling at all better?"
A very short vision of her in a hospital visit setting made me jerk my head up towards the window. She'd been there, hadn't she? The first time I'd blacked out, when everything had started to go pants. "I'm Yes, actually." A simple answer seemed best.
Her relieved sigh traveled over the landline and perched on my shoulder
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