Re: Garage: PJ and Atticus
I have too much stuff for a bindle. [She motioned to the barn in general.] Ten pounds when I'm already beef to heel like mullingar heifer, I'll get stuck under the cars like Winnie the Pooh for real.
I steal them from the pop machine. [Maybe the world was plastic, and she took plastic inside the fill-up station - but there was enough old time machinery around the place that still required things like dimes and quarters.] Muddy Waters, champagne and reefer. [She leaned forward and pulled her stash baggie out of the drawer in the table and tossed it into his lap.] Make yourself useful.
[She leaned back on the couch and tried to imagine being afraid of Atticus, let alone being afraid of a child version of him. It didn't seem right that a parent would be scared of their kid, even if he was weird.] Should have found better therapists. [She was offended. She doubted there was much to be done about it now, but still - that was bad and she didn't like it. Her parents loved her, no matter what. Which made the fact that she hadn't come home that much worse. But hindsight was 20/20. And there had been extenuating circumstances. Even now she waited for her old pack to show up here and cause trouble, drag her back.] Eight years. [She stared at the floor as she said it. Eight god damn years.]