Re: Quicklog: Marvel, Clem & Jake
Honey, with your grandmomma gossip is. Woman cultivates rumors like some folks cultivate tomatoes. [There wasn't no ire there. Should be some, on account of the things Clementine's momma had over looked, things she shouldn't have been overlooking, but truth was that Clem never did look to her momma for mothering. Lore hadn't neither, and so there wasn't a whole lot in the way of recriminating. Woman was what she was, a starlet through and through, and Clementine took after her in acting, same way both her and Lore took after her in looking.] Bet she's back there now, crying real hard over me when folks visit Sundays. [Her expression didn't hitch any, even on thinking that her momma was probably hurting some without daddy's money behind her. But Clem figured her daddy left a real good will and testament behind.
But it was a real nice night, and she wasn't going to go thinking on bad things. She took Jake's arm, smiling sweet when he offered, and she walked up to the door slow, nothing hurried.] Heard it was real French.
[And it was. Tiny tables and white linen, and they were led to a table with some tapenade sitting and some little French rounds. Clem thanked the host, who pulled out her chair like folks were still polite about things, and she sat and ordered herself a real nice French wine, white and sweet.]