Re: Marvel: Max & Ella
[She'd seen the beauty in her sister since she was five. Five, and she had been five years behind and when she'd been ten she'd seen the way people looked at Max. Magnetic: and magnetic didn't go anywhere with age. But Max laughed and Ella smiled and the customers were pleased they hadn't gone away with nothing.
Ella trusted Amanda to shove back if she got shoved and she'd been self-assured as all hell the last time she'd seen her, with Beth at her knee and tension spread thick as butter in the kitchen. She abandoned Elizabeth, who could be heard discussing why rocks were better than flowers (durability and long-livedness were two major factors: Ella had heard all the arguments) and she sank into the offered seat.
She'd spent years in dresses, knees together but she sat with her elbows on them now, and eyed the cigarette at Max's lip without surprise. When she spoke, her voice was harder - less breathy, less time sat beside pianos doing scales and arpeggios until it was mellow. She'd been around too many men for breathy these days.]
Five years. We got spat out in Vegas, made it home. [Pause. A look at Max.] The General is gone.