Re: Outside: Clementine & Rudy
Watching smoke curl was some too romantic for Clementine Murphy. It implied there was some kind of merit in sitting a spell and doing nothing but watching ribbons in the air. She'd never been that gal, and she reckoned it had a whole lot to do with needing to always keep herself from thinking any. It wasn't that she didn't have a whole lot of smart to her, seeing as she was always real top of her class, but stopping and thinking, that meant focusing on things that she didn't have a bit of interest in thinking 'bout any. She'd done her crying for help young, and not a damn soul listened, and she didn't see the point any after all that.
As for passion, Clementine didn't feel herself a lick of it. Truth was, she'd only been in one bed during her whole damn life. She didn't tell folks that, and everyone in that small town back home thought she lifted her skirts just as willing as her momma. Them thinking that, it was real deliberate, but it wasn't a bit of true. Bedding down with Michael Clary, that wasn't never part of the arrangement her daddy made, not for funning, anyway.
"Honey, a man like Michael Clary don't scare a gal like me. He's fearful of his own shadow." Disparaging, like there wasn't a bit of space for respect on her tongue, not when talking 'bout that man she'd said her I Dos with. And another woman, she might've had the decency to look sorry this man's wife was dead, to apologize and say things sad and sweet 'bout his lost love. Clementine, she just reached for his cigarette when he ashed, and she tucked it between her lips, like she was entitled to everything in the whole damn world and then some. "Women like being adored, and it's the same thing. Chasing, it's just proof you adore them. You planning on adoring someone, sugar?" She smiled, but there wasn't any warmth too it, like she was chilled ice through. "Rudy."