"And how'd the school dance go? They teach you enough to survive the night?" The other woman's hand fits into hers and they're off into the crowd. There's a scar stretched across her palm, slightly raised. Ellen feels it but says nothing.
"Funny, I can't picture you as a 'dancing in my room' kind of individual. You do that here, too?"
She supposes every kid gets the fun wrung from them at some point, no? Like a sad, damp rag jammed into the shape of a functioning adult.
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CT earns herself a squint for that.
"And how'd the school dance go? They teach you enough to survive the night?" The other woman's hand fits into hers and they're off into the crowd. There's a scar stretched across her palm, slightly raised. Ellen feels it but says nothing.
"Funny, I can't picture you as a 'dancing in my room' kind of individual. You do that here, too?"
She supposes every kid gets the fun wrung from them at some point, no? Like a sad, damp rag jammed into the shape of a functioning adult.