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| Kat McPherson | Jul 24 2008, 02:26 AM |
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(Dammit used the wrong name; for Glen read Neil.) The orphanage. That explained it. To be honest she'd always avoided the kids from there, the ones in her year had always struck her as loud and boisterous. She watched as Veran calmly scratched at the table varnish, maybe it wasn’t a surprise he hadn’t fitted in.
The word was sent a disconcerting chill up her spine. The way he talks you'd think we'd died. "No. Well kinda...the wedding's next month." She chewed her lip. It still sounded weird to say 'the wedding' out loud. Getting out of her chair she began pacing around the room. "...Mrs Fiona Mercer..." she pronounced suddenly, turning to look at Veran. "Does that even sound right to you? I think it sounds like some kind of car. Or the name of some history teacher with...with grey hair and bad perfume. And mum's not like that. She's really young. And, y'know, it's not even like they need to get married! I mean we already live in his house, what more does he want? But nooo, there has to be a church, and guests and music...and they wanted me to wear a peach bridesmaid's dress! Peach, for God's sake!" This whole outburst was said in almost one breath, and finished with Kat throwing her arms in the air. She then swiped the empty plate from the table and dumped it in the sink…and froze, standing with one hand resting on the work surface. She could feel Veran’s eyes boring into her back. Suddenly it was if something had taken over her body. She felt herself turn and sprint for the doorway, dodging the kitchen table as she went. The hallway sped past; her hand was on the handle of the front door before she had properly thought about what she was doing… |
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