Nichole 'Nick' Hensley (ticknickboom) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-09-14 19:59:00 |
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Legs crossed and back pressed up against the wall, Nick found herself seated in one of the empty hallways of Sing Sing with an old welding manual open on her lap. The manual was well worn, the pages discolored and the notes written in the margins almost overtook the actual printed words on the page. Well loved is what her Daddy would have called it, and he wouldn't have been wrong. The manual had belonged to him, the notes written in the margins were in his handwriting and Nick had read the whole manual backwards and forwards at least ninety times since they had fled Harlan. Andrew had called it her 'Bible' once and after that day Nick had taken to referring to it in the same manner. It was silly and stupid, and yet Nick couldn't break the habit. Part of her felt like if she stopped calling it that, a part of her would be letting go of Andrew and letting go of the hope that he would show up here one day. As she read over the words she knew by heart, Nick tapped the fingers of her left hand against her knee in a rhythmic manner. Letting the familiar calm wash over her, the one that always came as she read over the notes her father had made in the margins. Her father's notes had been joined by her own comments and notations concerning the text, some of her notes even corrected what her father had written, a fact which she was sure he would have been irritated about if he were still alive. "No, no, no. Daddy, that was all wrong," she muttered as she read over a particular note, pausing only a beat before uncapping the sharpie marker in her right hand. "You'll thank me for this," she added with a faint smirk, knowing her father would never see her corrections. Still she put pen to paper and begun scribbling the corrections to her father's note in what little space he had left in the margin of the book. |