Re: Outside: Clementine & Rudy
She never did take to killing those folks, the ones her daddy said weren't folks any, and all the crystal in the world didn't make it better. But, and this was like every damn thing in her childhood, she'd been raised on it, and she reckoned it was normal. Not still, to this day, but for a real long time. She'd thought all mommas spent days stretched out on fainting couches, and she'd thought all daddies took their daughters off hunting alone, and she thought men died hard, the ones her daddy always said could change into things with teeth that were too long for human. Course, none of them dead men in the woods never changed to a thing, not that Clementine could remember, but could be that was trauma. Anyway, Clementine, she didn't pay any of it a lick of mind.
That was all in the past. Now was made for standing here, taking that cigarette from between his rough fingers and tucking it sweet between her perfectly lined lips. She watched him go, and she wondered over Michael's presence fussing her so. Wasn't as if the man mattered any, and she'd learned not to depend on him during their real short marriage.
Far as Clementine was concerned, they weren't married even a little now, her and Michael, and he could go to the trouble of filing papers if he pleased. She wasn't planning on never remarrying, and she wasn't concerned about it any.
He reemerged, and she traded her cigarette for the new glass. The smile she gave him was plenty intentional, and her expression said she knew he was fussed with her for asking him to get her the drink. That same expression said she didn't give a damn if he was fussed. She sipped, and she wished the bourbon tasted sharp as it did in Georgia. "I ain't angry he took off. I'm angry he came back now, thinking things go right on back to how they were. Not that they were anything worth talking long over." Another sip, and with a curiosity that wasn't real deep. She was killing time, talking because it was better than hearing her own voice in her head, but not out of any burning interest. Clementine, she didn't burn much. "Where's your wife gone off to? You chase her down, sugar?"