Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
That was why it was confusing. That, that, that. That thing that told her what he was going to do a few seconds before he did it, and it had been there since before he'd come here, but it was easier to ignore before. Just like it was easier to ignore the bent-neck lady before, and recently she was everywhere and all the time, and Hannah thought it was all related. But he shook his head, and there was smoke everywhere, and it made the airstream feel really, really small. "The smoke makes it kind of like a dream," she said, or that was how she thought dreams were: Foggy.
I remember, he said, and she knew he hadn't ever liked David very much, and she thought she kind of understood why. She thought it was about separation, about the first time since the house that they were going to be torn apart, and it was because of David. But that wasn't true, was it? Mars had gone, and she'd gone before, and they'd been fed lies. Maybe she'd always known, because she'd been sick, so sick, after the house. Maybe, maybe, maybe. But he was laughing, and she hopped off the counter when he pretended to read from her diary. "No, come here!" And she grabbed his hand and tug, tug, tug toward the back room and the bed. "Sit!" she told him, and she started going through the drawers beneath the makeshift couch in the mini-hall.