Re: log: connie/atticus
"Good looking foot. He hunt?" Atticus felt immediately better knowing Connie had someone in her life. It was a kind of relief that the responsibility wouldn't fall to him. It didn't mean Atticus didn't like Connie, because he liked her very much. Worried about her. Wanted her safe. But he liked the idea of someone else being the person who made sure those those things happened. Also, he assumed that rabbit had been intended for dinner, and not as a pet. As for hunting, Atticus spent the years after 10 in a place where everything eaten was killed that day. He wasn't squeamish.
"She might like the trombone," he said of Emily, the potential employee. He'd never had employees, but he'd taught enough teenagers to not be surprised by anything, including pranks. As long as no one lost limbs, it wasn't the kind of thing Atticus was going to write up on a performance review. In fact, Atticus was the kind of guy that always left his self-review sitting under a pile of papers, untouched. It had driven his superiors insane. But he was good at curating, and they accommodated his eccentricities.
When she pulled out the phone, Atticus gave the photographs genuine attention. The house decor was what he expected from Connie, but her brother looked very different from his sister. In the end, it was the part about Patrick going off to be a ranger that caught his attention. Maybe he should suggest she take the dog home? "Looks like a good kid. A ranger. Interesting choice. Really likes the outdoors?"
He thought her reasons were staying were good. They were reasons he could get behind. "Could always open a zoo. People drive out for a carnival and hookers and antiques. Who says they won't drive out to pet a lemur?"