Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Tandy's memories of high school were taken up with the minutiae of her specific situation. Weren't everyone's? So yeah, Bea was kind and high school had low-key sucked but not as much as going somewhere her mom's disappearing act would have gotten clocked and social services stepped in and she had limitations on interest levels in other people's relationship issues. It was private, and people had a right to private. Tandy was kind of good about keeping her shit on lock and she expected Holly, who didn't give away much, was kind of the same.
It wasn't hot, the knife. At least, it wasn't giving off heat like a radiator. It glowed, still bright and Tandy watched Holly get closer to the wall, to the embedded knife that shone like a beacon against it, impaled by the tip into the drywall. It was still way unbelievable to her that the thing existed, that Holly was inspecting it, and the girl was unaffected by the waves of whatever it was that rolled off the knife into the closed space of the store-room. Tandy was oblivious to knives and their side-effects, whatever you wanted to call it, and she concentrated a little more on the Noah thing, on the friendship she couldn't remember a bunch of from high school, although her observation levels had been low.
"I don't know. One second I was there, the next second in a field. Right by the train station. People changed, right? The last time I was here, Halloween, I was someone else for Halloween. The costumes, it got freaky, I was a guy. And then I was there, right as the whole thing was ending. I figure maybe it was the same way for him," which was more than she'd articulated to anyone.
"I have no idea. They just ....disappear. When I stop needing them, I guess? I don't know, I'm not an expert in weird."