The great advantage of living in a large family is that early lesson of life's essential unfairness.
Day 308, Sunday April 4th
Morning
Kate and Tess' Apartment
I still ain't sure how t'take the dream. At least there's no question 'v it bein' strange 'r not, not with Kate 'n others havin' the same one, 'n with a few days gone past since we lay down t'bed. The part as bothers me most was I couldn't do nothin'. I was in the dream, part 'v it, but part 'v it so much that I couldn't act, just watch and warn and try t'be what I needed t'be. And with all that it's hard t'explain t'Kate. Syl might understand better, but when I went out by the Carnival she wasn't lookin' t'have any visitors.
The kettle whistles and I set coffee on t'brew. Drinkin' it seems like such a new part 'a my life with Kate, 'cause we only had tea on the farm. I've got a new life here, and even with all the troubles in town I wouldn't go back.
I call down "It's open!" when there's a knock on the door, and listen as Johnny trudges up the steps. "Mind you dunt track any mud in too!" I call as I get out some 'a the food I'd set aside. He looks healthy 'nough, but I can tell he ain't sleep the past day 'r two. Fair 'nough, since neither Kate nor I've bin well inclined t'that neither. I feel a brief strangeness as he crosses the threshold, leavin' his shoes on the mat. It's good t'know my work ain't bin wasted, though I've only just started. I got the idea from the Tavern, and the wards Verdandi's supposed t'have put up. I couldn't manage nothin' like that, but somethin' t'mark strangeness, well, that ain't so much trouble. And there's more 'asides that, in the journals, but I ain't up t'workin' it out yet.
"So," I ask him, "how've you bin since?" He just wraps his arms 'round me, and when I'm done bein' surprised I hug him back.
[Open to Johnny]
Morning
Kate and Tess' Apartment
I still ain't sure how t'take the dream. At least there's no question 'v it bein' strange 'r not, not with Kate 'n others havin' the same one, 'n with a few days gone past since we lay down t'bed. The part as bothers me most was I couldn't do nothin'. I was in the dream, part 'v it, but part 'v it so much that I couldn't act, just watch and warn and try t'be what I needed t'be. And with all that it's hard t'explain t'Kate. Syl might understand better, but when I went out by the Carnival she wasn't lookin' t'have any visitors.
The kettle whistles and I set coffee on t'brew. Drinkin' it seems like such a new part 'a my life with Kate, 'cause we only had tea on the farm. I've got a new life here, and even with all the troubles in town I wouldn't go back.
I call down "It's open!" when there's a knock on the door, and listen as Johnny trudges up the steps. "Mind you dunt track any mud in too!" I call as I get out some 'a the food I'd set aside. He looks healthy 'nough, but I can tell he ain't sleep the past day 'r two. Fair 'nough, since neither Kate nor I've bin well inclined t'that neither. I feel a brief strangeness as he crosses the threshold, leavin' his shoes on the mat. It's good t'know my work ain't bin wasted, though I've only just started. I got the idea from the Tavern, and the wards Verdandi's supposed t'have put up. I couldn't manage nothin' like that, but somethin' t'mark strangeness, well, that ain't so much trouble. And there's more 'asides that, in the journals, but I ain't up t'workin' it out yet.
"So," I ask him, "how've you bin since?" He just wraps his arms 'round me, and when I'm done bein' surprised I hug him back.
[Open to Johnny]