Re: Music Store: daniel/claire
Daniel wasn't wearing socks (stockings was a word only women used these days), and he turned his hips in his chair to get a peep at his toes on his side of the table. It would have been a little too modern for him to stick them out on her side of the table; it was perhaps more intimate than bare wrists for him. It would take another few years for him to ease into American life and accents again. He wondered if he would be in this town that long. Sometimes small towns began to look too hard, but Repose was unique. Again he looked down at her hands, lifting his cup again. "I see what you mean."
Daniel shook his head slowly. "Radical is another word for very young and very stupid. Nothing very horrible had ever happened to me and I had a very limited idea about the suffering of others. It was all very lofty ideals from books and speeches before it turned to blood." He paused. "As it always is."
"I will come and lay siege to your castle," Daniel agreed solemnly. "You may boil the oil and raise the drawbridge. I expect tea once I get inside." His dark eyes gave her a theatrically malevolent stare, and he stood as the cups went empty. He cleared a few of the dishes and turned for his sink.
"He is the Pope. He has a whole city to protect him, Temperance."