Re: Gatsby: Clementine/Jude
"I'm not complaining about that order of events," she said, and she wasn't. Whole time in that prison, she'd been dreaming of a bed, a bath, a roof that wasn't made of cement blocks. To sleep without dead things groaning outside. To eat something that wasn't years old in a can. She wasn't lonely, though. As much as Shane had tried to keep her and Graham apart, he hadn't done a real good job of it, and she'd always felt like there was someone there if she needed to cry or scream, not that she did much of either.
He started talking about their daddy, and she looked up at his face. "I miss daddy too." Her relationship with her daddy was something that bordered on unhealthy, but she loved the man, and she always would.
She blinked at the color shift in his eyes, and she recalled what he'd said about powers, but he looked real fine otherwise. She decided she was imagining it, and she shook her head quick as anything when he said he couldn't save her before this happened. "Nothing happened. Not a thing. I fell, and that's all. Nothing worrisome. Nothing happened," she insisted, and she was convincing herself as she said it; she was her momma's daughter.
Then he mentioned them powers again, and she was a curious thing. "What can you do?" she asked, looking back at him as he pushed the chair.