Re: Outside: Clementine & Rudy
Clementine wouldn't know how to live broke. Might be that sounded real off, seeing as she ain't got any clue where she'd been getting money from now. But she was good at denial and being blind, and she didn't ask how she was buying shampoo and food and clothes. She just knew the things she wanted, those were the things she had, and she glided through life easy, this girl that never wanted for a thing. And her life, it wasn't 'bout being biggest and baddest, not on the surface and where a person could see it that clear, but it sure was 'bout something like it. But folks, they didn't look past the surface much, not when they were looking at a thing with a real sharp stinger.
She drank what was left in her glass, and she twisted it, looking through the distortion of glass pattern, and curious 'bout how cheap the thing was. It wasn't crystal, and that made her grin. Even camping young, her daddy had brought crystal along, like it was undignified to kill folks while drinking out of red Solo cups.
"Folks with money still marry for money, sugar. Money and name, and that ain't a thing of the past. Never did leave Georgia or England, not far as I can tell." He chuckled, and she reckoned it was just his rusty vocals opining on marrying for reasons that weren't loving. "I ain't sure how real an unconsummated thing is. Never did bed down with that man, and ain't planning on it now, no matter what he thinks he's due." She held her glass out, and she smiled in a real pretty way that said she' was real keen on another. "You can tell me 'bout her, I reckon, when you come back, and I'll tell you all 'bout them books you been missing out on."