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• Thursday, May 6, 2010 - Want some help with the dishes??
Ian wouldn't...
| Want some help with the dishes??
Ian wouldn't let me wash the dishes in the stream the way I usually didHe insisted that we go
into the black bathing room, where I would be invisibleI scrubbed dishes in the shallow end of
the dark pool, while he cleaned off the filth left behind by his mystery laborsThen he helped me
with the last of the dirty bowls
When we were done, he escorted me back to the kitchen, which was starting to fill up with the
lunch crowdMore perishables were on the menu: soft white bread slices, slabs of sharp cheddar
cheese, circles of lush pink bolognaPeople were scarfing down the delicacies with fake white chanel cambon handbags abandon,
though the despair was still perceptible in the slump of their shoulders, in the absence of smiles
or laughter
Jamie was waiting for me at our usual counterTwo double stacks of sandwiches sat in front of
him, but he wasn't eatingHis arms were folded as he waited for meIan eyed his expression
curiously but left to get his own food without asking
I rolled my eyes at Jamie's stubbornness and took a biteJamie dug in as soon as I was chewing
Ian was back quickly, and we all ate in silenceThe food tasted so good it was hard to imagine a
reason for conversation?or anything else that would empty our mouths
I stopped at two, but faux gucci bag Jamie and Ian ate until they were groaning in painIan looked as though
he was about to collapseHis eyes struggled to stay open
?Get back to school, kid,? he said to Jamie?Maybe I should take over?
?Go to school,? I told him quicklyI wanted Jamie a safe distance from me today
?I'll see you later, okay? Don't worry about? about anything A one-word lie wasn't quite so obviousOr maybe I was just being sarcastic again
Once Jamie was gone, I turned on the somnolent IanI'll be fine?I'll stay
someplace inconspicuousMiddle of a cornfield or something
?Where did you sleep last night?? he asked, his eyes surprisingly sharp under his fendi handbags canada half-closed
lids
?Why??
?I can sleep there now, and you can be inconspicuous beside me
We were just murmuring, barely over a whisper nowNo one paid us any attention
?You can't watch me every second
?Wanna bet??
I shrugged, giving up?I was back at the? the holeWhere I was kept in the beginning
Ian frowned; he didn't like thatBut he got up and led the way back to the storage corridorThe
main plaza was busy again now, full of people moving around the garden, all of them grave,
their eyes on their feet
When we were alone in the black tunnel, I tried to reason with him again
?Ian, what's the point of this? Won't it hurt cartier watch fake Jamie more, the longer I'm alive? In the end,
wouldn't it be better for him if ??
?Don't think like that, WandaYour death is not an inevitability
?I don't think you're an animal,? I said quietlyI didn't say that as an accusation, thoughI wouldn't blame you if you did
That was the end of our conversation; that was the moment we both saw the pale blue light
reflecting dimly from around the next turn in the tunnel
He pressed my shoulder down gently, trying to stick me where I stoodThen he strode forward,
making no attempt to hide the sound of his footstepsHe disappeared around the corner
?Jared?? I heard him say, feigning prada gauffre bag surpri |
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