Re: Nick & Wren: Fortunes
Wren liked cops. Bone deep, something in the bones, and it explained her misstep with Sunshine and the man that had assaulted her. She understood now. She understood why she trusted men with shiny badges and uniforms pressed. She understood why she looked at Cris and saw someone to be trusted, and not someone to fear. She understood, though, that everyone didn't see law enforcement in the same light. The certainty left in Luke's wake, it colored her opinions and layered her trust thick and cushioned. But this was a dirty town, and the girls at Hookerville had seen cops come and cops go, and all of them with their hands outstretched and their pants down around their thighs, and Wren understood. "It's not always the best way of staying out of trouble," she told him, knowing in gray eyes. "Sometimes, power can get a person in trouble quicker than anything else. So many men in law drown in that power, and they turn greedy and bad. Power corrupts, oui? This is the saying."
He spoke of taking his brother, and she looked at him with curiosity born of lacking.
"You've never been close? Or is aggression close in your famille? There are familys like this, oui? Where fighting is affection, and they're not much understood." She didn't remember her family, her parents, and she had no idea what those relationships were like. But she had pictures and pictures of her married life, and enough to build an understanding, and she didn't think her marriage was a thing built on rough stones and fighting. But she was not meant for judging, this odd woman in the brightly lit tent. Perhaps for him, this was love. Perhaps hard edges and loud words, these things were signs of affection. Perhaps, perhaps.
"You should talk in the words you know," she told him, and felt that deep, deep in her stomach, bellow her navel and where truths lived. "Oui? You will let me know how it goes?"