Re: [May's: Hannah & Rory]
[Hannah was programming and whimsy, daring and naivete, and she was a mix of it that whirred and ticked and tocked with candid candor. She was thinking about the Red Light District. But, more, she'd been thinking about Hookerville. It was close, and it would be easier for her to get there. All her time away from the facility was stolen between grubby fingers, and it would be easier, and she knew the truckers that drove by were always parked there. Semis and semis and money, and she really wanted the thrill, too, which maybe wasn't normal or regular or usual, but she was going to go there in the morning, and she decided in that moment, as she walked across his floorboards and settled herself atop the counter.
She took the mug he handed her, and she sipped and sipped, and she watched him over the rim with interested cornflower eyes. She knew he didn't want to talk about his book, so maybe it was a really terrible book, and she wasn't sure what experience she would consider unwanted. Maybe she would need to experience it to know, and she let him have his way.] It was the Phantom of the Opera. It's a horror novel about a deformed man in an opera house, and he's obsessed with a beautiful young girl. I didn't get to see the phantom, but I danced with a girl, and it was wonderful. I'm sorry your book was bad, Rory. [She looked around the space, what he'd just said about being kidnapped made the location more sensible, but it was still a strange place for him.] How did you find it? Does it belong to a friend? It feels feminine.