“Maybe I was wrong in calling that normal,” Elaine admitted as a smile returned to her face. “There is no, nmm, standard for childhood experiences. Different strokes for different folks, that’s a saying.”
She shook her head lazily with her full attention at the facing dawn. The levels of the heat were increasing little by little. She wanted to revel on that simplicity, instead of realize the deeper implication in the weave of Creation. She had enough of that.
“It should stop bothering me by now,” Elaine explained, “I need to put the past behind and move on. So thanks for bringing it up.” She gave a pause. “I’m a nosey person myself; it’ll be hypocritical to blame you for being curious.”