Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
Not real sure. [Honest, of what she was going to do.] Used to folks handing me things, honey. Not used to having to take anything. Everything I ever did in my life was just for funning. Never really needed a degree or work, and folks loved me from the moment they met me. I was wealthy and pretty, and nowhere near as dull as the girls in Savannah. [She smiled some, that old pride making it through pearl white teeth.] But here, I'm no one. Not a person knows my name. I got no money, no standing or reputation. I got no idea what to do. Only man's looked at me saw my sister. See the problem?
[She did, and she'd thought on it plenty, much as she hated thinking serious.] Was going to find someone real rich to marry, but doesn't seem enough anymore. [Thoughtful as anything, and singing was better.
And her voice was good. Her momma wanted her to be a star, and performing was something she'd learned real early. Singing, piano, dancing, she was cotillion perfect and had been since she could recall. She settled her hand on his shoulder as she sang, slow and not quiet. No embarrassment or shame over her voice, because she knew it was just fine. And it was slow. She figured he could sway just dandy to that, even with those two left feet of his.]