Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Maybe it was the fact Tandy had zero money that made her think of people like Bea. She had been a smile in a cafeteria, an elbow tucked into Tandy's side and a prattle of the latest gossip as much as a school like Repose High could run all the way to actual gossip. Bea was kind, which was sort of unusual in a popular kid but Repose wasn't big enough for super-bitchy popularity to get much of a foothold in town. It would have been nice if Bea had been here? But Noah was, and this version of Holly, who okay, Tandy hadn't like, made mud-pies with but he looked a lot like the guy. Nostalgia. That was the word, right? It wasn't the same as the last time she'd returned to town, with a couple bucks to her name and a sleeping bag for the falling-down house in the woods.
But right, the store-room. The knives kinda hit unerringly on target. It wasn't hand-eye coordination, she hadn't even played sports and the ballet lessons were way, way in the rear-view by now. The light glowed like a torch rather than a candle, consistent and unwavering and bright. Tandy didn't feel anything about her knives. They were just, you know, there. But the feeling Holly probably got as he got closer? Was forcible. It kinda prompted a bunch of stuff. If she'd figured it out, Tandy would have made it simple. Good people? Good shit. Hope, mostly. Bad people? Really bad shit. Despair, misery, all that fun stuff. But whatever, it pushed stuff up from under the earth.
For Tandy? It was nothing. It was a knife, stuck in a wall by the tip and she wasn't thinking about dead guys or the other Tandy for right now anyway. "I meant Noah here," she clarified, again, because he wasn't getting it. She felt bad for Holly? But she kinda felt bad for Noah facing a guy he didn't know, expecting the one he did. "But it doesn't matter. Are you going to try to pull it out?"