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
The Devil's in the DetailsLight rose through the slats in the floor, illuminating my thoughts as it reached into each crease in my skin with tapering tentacled fingers. It was too early to be awake and hungover. I reached over to the empty pie tin I'd been using as an ash tray for the past three days, cringing at the metallic kbang that popped the air as my questing fingers nudged a dent into an opposing direction.The party had been a bad idea. Charlie's parties were always a bad idea, and I always went. The cycle was as vicious as it was unavoidable. He hired DJs that should have gone back to high school and made something of themselves, the way none of the party-goers ever would. Malita was already in the middle of her downward spiral, enough DUIs under her belt to make it a lethal figurative weapon, Ivo still chased the wrong skirts while denying he'd rather be in one, and Charlie himself was on the fast-track to his father's nowhere.
You're Not AloneAs he lead me up the stairs, I found myself thinking of Giovanni in a less harsh, stylized light. I'd been too hard on him before, it was clear now. He wasn't crazy, I was just hard to deal with
"Which one is your room?" I asked, keeping my free hand behind my back. After the baby's mother had whisked him off, I'd gone back to feeling small and doll-like. It didn't help that Gio was holding my hand, but I understood why he was doing it now, so I let it go without complaint.He pointed, then sped up and suddenly stopped in front of a door with a biohazard stick at his eye level. "This one. I have a lot of books."After a few moments of silence, I realized he was waiting for me to respond to that. "Oh, er. That's lovely. W-what sort of books?""All sorts." He opened the door and walked in, pulling me with him. The first thing I noticed was the size of