"Well, I for one am feeling all sort of warm and fuzzy." Except that she's not, she's feeling on alert and as though she's missing a huge and horrible part of the puzzle.
"I suppose he's collecting blue." It's an off-handed remark, a bit of a joke, but not really. She doesn't want to be funny enough to remember. But she's still toying with the strands of blue beads that she now has wrapped around one hand. Because blue is easy. She's good at giving and good at getting and it can be over in minutes when necessary.
Her other hand has the red beads wrapped around her fingers, also just as easy for her. She picks up her vodka and swallows down the rest of it, inhaling through her nose and savouring the burn in the back of her throat.
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"I suppose he's collecting blue." It's an off-handed remark, a bit of a joke, but not really. She doesn't want to be funny enough to remember. But she's still toying with the strands of blue beads that she now has wrapped around one hand. Because blue is easy. She's good at giving and good at getting and it can be over in minutes when necessary.
Her other hand has the red beads wrapped around her fingers, also just as easy for her. She picks up her vodka and swallows down the rest of it, inhaling through her nose and savouring the burn in the back of her throat.