She doesn't say it because she suddenly realizes she never told him that story. She told Ben. But not Doc.
Her arm freezes with her voice, extended in a telling gesture as her other hand lies closed where Trout's fingers had been. She can still feel bruised flesh, somewhere in her memory.
She's quiet, she's still, but she knows it's too late. She's said too much.
no subject
--one who grabbed me before, after night class.
She doesn't say it because she suddenly realizes she never told him that story. She told Ben. But not Doc.
Her arm freezes with her voice, extended in a telling gesture as her other hand lies closed where Trout's fingers had been. She can still feel bruised flesh, somewhere in her memory.
She's quiet, she's still, but she knows it's too late. She's said too much.
"--H-he's the Mayor's son."