[ hand still loosely clutching the counter, she sits more or less on her knees, hip leaning heavily against the cupboard door.
her voice is calm, her breathing slow, but careful. it isn't an accusation, though it might feel like one. she stares through him, some spot by his ribs, motionless with his hand on her shoulder. she doesn't feel like she's there, like his hand will pass right through her.
the phone rings again, but she ignores it. ]
Dad never comes into the city. And Matthias has school today.
[ they seemed like stronger arguments ten minutes ago. the phone stops and stays quiet. ]
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[ hand still loosely clutching the counter, she sits more or less on her knees, hip leaning heavily against the cupboard door.
her voice is calm, her breathing slow, but careful. it isn't an accusation, though it might feel like one. she stares through him, some spot by his ribs, motionless with his hand on her shoulder. she doesn't feel like she's there, like his hand will pass right through her.
the phone rings again, but she ignores it. ]
Dad never comes into the city. And Matthias has school today.
[ they seemed like stronger arguments ten minutes ago. the phone stops and stays quiet. ]