"Auntie Iris," she echoes, with a wry, sad laugh and a shake of her head.
It doesn't make sense to her how this woman could immediately understand
what she's going through, and also immediately know exactly what she needs.
Getting drunk sounds great, about now, and it feels like it's exactly
midway between the messy catharsis of vomiting feelings all over one friend
and the self-immolation of asking the other one to fuck her, hard.
She accepts the embrace and nods, pushing pale hair out of her eyes. "More
of a whiskey girl, if you've got that," she says, but something catches her
attention as she tries to pull herself together. "But ... they come back?"
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Date: 2018-12-22 08:05 pm (UTC)"Auntie Iris," she echoes, with a wry, sad laugh and a shake of her head. It doesn't make sense to her how this woman could immediately understand what she's going through, and also immediately know exactly what she needs. Getting drunk sounds great, about now, and it feels like it's exactly midway between the messy catharsis of vomiting feelings all over one friend and the self-immolation of asking the other one to fuck her, hard.
She accepts the embrace and nods, pushing pale hair out of her eyes. "More of a whiskey girl, if you've got that," she says, but something catches her attention as she tries to pull herself together. "But ... they come back?"
Jean had not told her that.