Oct 11, 2009 22:03
Early evening of Friday, November 20th
Cold is settin' in. When we woke up early this mornin', sun just risin', frost was laced over the grass outside. Melted away pretty quick, but it was there. Gettin' an aching deep down in our bones in the mornin' an' late at night. Not lookin' forward to it gettin' colder. Know Miss Wanda offered to 'ave us stay with 'er, but sort of feel funny jus' turnin' up there. Specially since that friend of 'ers, Lugh, died, an' I 'ear she an' the doc ain't bin spendin' much time together lately. Sounds like she ain't 'avin' a good time of it an' I don't want to impose.
Bin a quiet week, like most weeks lately. Me an' Faith do alright, cos we've got a few regulars as want their cards read. Some folk get addicted to it, almost like drinkin'. Won't do nothin' if they don't do the cards. Feel a bit bad about readin' fer them - should really tell 'em we won't read fer 'em no more - but we've got to eat. An' the money's let us make sure we've got enough warm clothes an' such.
A few more people've left the carnival lately, maybe cos of the cold weather. Dunno what they 'ad to give Management. They still ain't called on us t'get the price fer what they did on 'Alloween. Ain't goin' to remind 'em, though I sort o'wish we could get it over with. Bin three weeks, but I know Management don't think 'bout the time the way regular folks do. I wonder if Edmund read my letter an' if 'e thinks of that night at all. I s'pose 'e probably don't. Only reason I'm so fussed over it must be cos it's the only time somethin' like that's ever 'appened to me. I'm sure a good lookin' an' nice bloke like 'im must 'ave girls int'rested all the time. Silly to keep frettin' on it.
Bin thinkin' bout Westin a bit an' all. 'E ain't at all like other blokes we've met. A real gent, such nice manners. Walked us 'ome, an' 'e seemed to really like us. I know, an' Faith knows, part of it's cos of 'ow we look. We've met enough men as chase oddities to know it. But... 'e seemed to like us, an' not just fer that. An' the way 'e looked at us - well, it weren't that sort of sneaking wanting sort o'look that makes me skin crawl a bit. It was... It was like 'e was lookin' at somethin' lovely. An' that was nice an' all.
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