Re: Cass & Mat: the Quiet Home
In her own mortal fantasy (prone to vivid whimsy as she is, at least inwardly) this would’ve begun somewhere with a portent of thunder, sometime in the woozy summer months. But look instead, at this duet of jailbirds in their morose colors underneath that cold, clear sky, with a sun frozen and gone, replaced with the hideous cast of fluorescent, anneloid light fixtures straightening into lines on the ceiling of a ‘quiet home’.
“I had my minor public offense, drunk and disorderly,” she says, following on her needpoint heels. She hasn’t removed her sunglasses, doesn’t plan on it. Not until showtime. “I've been lucky enough not to get caught for all that other shit,” a murmur, a faint, shallow laugh.
Mr. Orderly was probably curious as to whom was accompanying Cassie-cat, and so Matilda took the liberty of lifting her expensive sunglasses, grinning so sweetly it surely caused cavities in anybody within a 5mile radius. “Hello, weren’t you just going to lunch?” she said, worming into his mind with concilium. “Mmmm, I bet you could use some Burger King? Double whopper?”
… “I was just going to lunch,” said Mr. Orderly. “I could really use a double whopper.”