Re: Loggything: Penny and Clementine
"You sound like Olivia now," she said smiling fondly again, if not a bit more sad this time. Olivia would have this solved. Penny would be mad as hell, but she'd have it solved. "I'm the first person to tell everyone to quit goin' round their ass to get to their damn elbow but when it comes to me I got to overthink everything. Used to drive my lady crazy. Meanwhile my ex husband used to holler that I didn't think before I did a damn thing, but he ain't worth the paper his birth certificate was printed on." And as rich as his family was, it was probably etched into gold or some shit. She didn't care he was still a piece of shit.
She laughed rubbing her forehead with the tips of her fingers, when Clementine just went and left the phone in her reach, shaking her head. "He ran off for some reason that I ain't interruptin' and he said he was waiting for his girl so I am definitely not interrupting that." Though she was still pissed she hadn't met her yet. She hadn't liked the wife much, but the wife hadn't really liked her either. It was cordial. Polite. Sometimes even nice and they got along with some laughs here and there, mutual respect for two people who care about the same things. But eventually a person could just know too much she supposed. And while she could see all sides from the outside, she still took a side and was real loyal to it. And that was the side she was still on. And if the new girl was a problem, no matter how much he loved her, she wanted to meet her and find out why. She wanted to like her right out of the gate. She wanted to make sure she was worth all this trouble and angst. Because all she'd seen is trouble and angst and sorrow, and all she'd heard was upset and problems and dragging things down. But she wanted to see the good parts too, she'd heard the bad, she wanted to see the good and work out for herself how it all fit together to make her friend feel something good. Because all the times she'd seen him now he wasn't feeling good, for all different reasons, and tonight was the first time she'd seen him with the good feelings about the girl, the worry about hurting her and that was what gave her a little bit of hope.
But she still wanted to meet her. And she desperately wanted to love her too.
She didn't realize how long she'd been being quiet after the phone had been set down and she'd been sitting with her eyes closed just feeling the wind on her face like Frannie did with her head hanging out the truck. It wasn't until Clem spoke again that she turned and looked at her, eyebrows raised and smiled. "That's good, and sounds promising. What was it like? Was it a normal dream? Yours? I ain't got in touch with the kid I was walking around with, it was too weird once I realized it was real after the fact. My dreams are...Standard I guess. I know what to expect. Unfamiliar faces aren't usually normal, or a good sign but - he said he was hungry and didn't seem dangerous. Just a little," she thought it over, played it over again. "I don't know. Disengaged."