There's something in that greeting that makes her smile, genuinely if a little regretfully. People sounded different when they were just being themselves.
Usually she sounded like a rambling crazy girl, which is generally why she censored that impulse a bit. But she hated the artifice of it all, the walls they put around themselves. The ways they kept running away even when there was nowhere to run to.
It was good not to have that, if only for a moment.
"I think it's time we talked about some things." she says, her voice stronger than she'd expected it to be, more decisive, but never once unkind. "About some things we've never seemed to be able to talk about. We keep doing that -- not talking, and that seems really wrong somehow."
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Date: 2006-06-24 06:32 am (UTC)Usually she sounded like a rambling crazy girl, which is generally why she censored that impulse a bit. But she hated the artifice of it all, the walls they put around themselves. The ways they kept running away even when there was nowhere to run to.
It was good not to have that, if only for a moment.
"I think it's time we talked about some things." she says, her voice stronger than she'd expected it to be, more decisive, but never once unkind. "About some things we've never seemed to be able to talk about. We keep doing that -- not talking, and that seems really wrong somehow."