Re: antique store: sam & julia
Speaking of laughter, Sam laughed as she pulled back from that completely unguarded hug. Fuck being guarded. Sam wasn't guarded AT ALL. Ok, so lately she'd been adrift a little, and she knew her mind was kinda like a pinball in a pinball machine, but the girl was unguarded and smiles and so happy to see Julia clear the fuck out here in Repose.
"You have NO fucking idea. You gotta meet Lou. He's in the back, and I think he's snoozing, but you gotta meet him. He's like prim and fucking proper and he wears cardigans and drinks tea with his pinkie in the air." Ok, the pinkie thing was MAYBE an exaggeration, but she figured it would give Julia the right picture. "He's the most UN-Alexander-Alexander to ever exist. Except maybe for Iris, who is like scared of her own fucking shadow. She just had a baby, and she spends all her time with her man, so we don't see her a lot, but she lives like around the fucking block." Trufax. Iris had like DIVORCED the fam. Sam talked to Manning more than Iris these days. "Her old man is hella nice tho. Manning. Hit him up if you need your cow vaccinated or something. And, Leo, Leo fucking wear beanies all the time and is the most hipster."
Sam laughed at being all grown, because she was kinda sure she would never be all grown. But she was warm and rosy from feeding just before sun-up, and she looked healthy and happy. No tracks, nothing awful, and only that same impatience that had always lived in her bones, that had always made her skin itch with stagnancy. "I got a kid now. She's gonna turn two! And my old man has a daughter who's like going to high school soon. It's fucking nuts." She softened visibly when Julia said she'd visited Charlie, tho. "I went a few years ago. I haven't gotten back home since then, but I write. I hate fucking writing, but I write. Mostly I send him sketches. Those are better than my words. How did he look?"