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LJ has been remarkably boring tonight, which I assume means everyone else is either hard at work, hard at play, or in some strange limbo wherein people are preparing for Thursday?
At any rate, four day weekend, hurrah. I intended to spend serious time with the NaNo tonight and failed miserably. Instead, I've been working on Bloodlines I, and the combined word-count for the pair is reaching 15,000 words. Since I mentioned this crazy idea to jellybean_slash all of less-than-two-weeks ago. I think I may be going slightly insane(r) with all of the storylines I'm trying to keep separate and expand upon.
Coralene leaves, and Sam doesn't cry. He says goodbye with dry eyes, and when she presses a box into his arms, he says, "Thank you," and kisses her cheek.
"You are ready," she says, hugging him. "Take care of them, Sam, and let them take care of you as well."
He smiles, and she leaves, and Sam goes back to Pastor Jim's.
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Jim's drying dishes when Sam walks in, drops the box on the table, but he turns around and looks at Sam, looks Sam over, head to heel. "Your father called," he says.
Sam doesn't flinch, doesn't tense, doesn't do anything at all, except ask, "What'd he say?"
"Said he was calling to check up on you, see how you're doing. Wondered if you'd be starting school up here next month," Jim says, and then asks, "Will you?"
Sam looks at Jim, says quietly, "I'm going home. Cora bought me a bus ticket, leaves tonight."
Jim looks at him, finally asks, "You sure about that, Sam?" It doesn't sound as if he's trying to dissuade Sam from going, more like he just wants Sam to be sure this is what he wants to do.
It is.
"Yeah," he says, smiling a little, smile growing when Jim nods and looks pleased. "Yeah, it's time I went home."
At any rate, four day weekend, hurrah. I intended to spend serious time with the NaNo tonight and failed miserably. Instead, I've been working on Bloodlines I, and the combined word-count for the pair is reaching 15,000 words. Since I mentioned this crazy idea to jellybean_slash all of less-than-two-weeks ago. I think I may be going slightly insane(r) with all of the storylines I'm trying to keep separate and expand upon.
Coralene leaves, and Sam doesn't cry. He says goodbye with dry eyes, and when she presses a box into his arms, he says, "Thank you," and kisses her cheek.
"You are ready," she says, hugging him. "Take care of them, Sam, and let them take care of you as well."
He smiles, and she leaves, and Sam goes back to Pastor Jim's.
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Jim's drying dishes when Sam walks in, drops the box on the table, but he turns around and looks at Sam, looks Sam over, head to heel. "Your father called," he says.
Sam doesn't flinch, doesn't tense, doesn't do anything at all, except ask, "What'd he say?"
"Said he was calling to check up on you, see how you're doing. Wondered if you'd be starting school up here next month," Jim says, and then asks, "Will you?"
Sam looks at Jim, says quietly, "I'm going home. Cora bought me a bus ticket, leaves tonight."
Jim looks at him, finally asks, "You sure about that, Sam?" It doesn't sound as if he's trying to dissuade Sam from going, more like he just wants Sam to be sure this is what he wants to do.
It is.
"Yeah," he says, smiling a little, smile growing when Jim nods and looks pleased. "Yeah, it's time I went home."