Re: Gatsby: Clementine/Jude
She liked that he agreed. He made pretending easy, and she wasn't made for this kind of living. Nothing had prepared her for this trauma, and she wasn't real keen on reliving it. She could, like her momma, pretend all the bad things were lying. It was like Lore's daddy, who her momma always said had gone away, instead of saying the man was dead as a doornail. She smiled at him, all tired thanks in her blue eyes. "Thanks, honey. You're real good to me." She touched his arm, fingers cleaned and not even a bit of blood beneath her fingernails. "Make sure they send something home for sleeping."
She caught his eyebrow furrow just before her eyes blinked a slow blink. "I want to see him, Jude. I love you like the world's ending, but I want to see him," she said, defiant as she could manage when a swollen lip. She wanted to say it got real bad towards the end, but that would take talking about things she had no place talking over. She didn't want to argue over Chloe and Alexander then, neither, so she just went with imploring. Imploring was real fine. "You can talk when he comes. He can stay some," she said, easy, agreeing.