we will seek my buried inheritance

[self_composed]

Bella fixes French toast for breakfast to salvage stale bread, and, having seen Charlie off to work, hops in her own car and makes for Alice's house. She arrives at nine-thirty, and goes up to the doorbell and rings it.

Comments

[self_composed]

"Considering what he wrote about stars, I bet he was going for a hex and overshot, and then freaked out and didn't try whatever that was again."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Maybe. Oh hey, can I borrow the book while we're in the car?"

[self_composed]

"Sure, why?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"'Cause I wanna copy some parts," he says. "Now that I've got a big pile of little ones, I think I'm gonna go home and experiment."

[self_composed]

Bella shudders involuntarily. "Okay," she says.

[edgeofyourseat]

"...Does that bug you?"

[self_composed]

"It's not the pleasantest of daydreams. It's your prerogative, though."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Why not? I mean, I'm gonna like it."

[self_composed]

"Yeah, I know, that doesn't affect the content of the mental image that much." She shrugs.

[edgeofyourseat]

"It should," he chirps.

[self_composed]

She gives him a look. Apparently she is not impressed.

"How so, dare I ask?"

[edgeofyourseat]

He laughs.

"I think you just guessed."

[self_composed]

"I have a general idea, but not enough to edit the picture. Let alone be sure I care to."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Well, which is worse: mental image of me hurting myself and not liking it, or mental image of me hurting myself and getting off?"

[self_composed]

"I'm ending this thread of conversation," Bella announces.

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice laughs.

"Okay."

[self_composed]

The walk seems shorter on the way back. Soon they find Bella's car, right where they left it.

"I can't just wander around looking for dangerous things to do all the time," Bella mutters.

[edgeofyourseat]

...Alice bites his lip. There are just so many things he could say to that.

[self_composed]

"I keep telling myself I know how my brain works, and that I can rearrange it how I want if I decide it's important enough," she says, starting up the car. "If a reliable source of freaking wishes is not important enough, then I have clearly been deceiving myself."

She turns the car around and starts trundling down the road.

"Neither of our houses'll do. Where can I scream bloody murder without anyone wondering what the matter is? Someplace sanitary, not out here in the woods. I don't want to collect my coins and then unexpectedly die of tetanus."

[edgeofyourseat]

"...uh," says Alice.

"My house'll do fine, actually."

[self_composed]

"I guess no one heard me yelling when I fell. A pentagon would probably get you through the pillar," Bella says.

[edgeofyourseat]

"Maybe," he says. "That might even be a better idea, I dunno. But what I was gonna say is, you remember how I broke my ribs? Yeah, that wasn't quiet. Most of the rooms in my house are soundproof with the doors closed."

[self_composed]

"Oh," says Bella.

Pause. It has to be asked.

"Do we know for a fact that I am not going to be louder than you?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"Well, technically no, 'cause I've never heard you scream or vice versa. But I'm pretty fucking sure."

[self_composed]

"Okay."

Pause. Drive drive drive.

"I've never tried to mess with my brain to this extent before. Actually what I do most often is stop being mad at people when they interrupt me. But probably best to see if we can get this done before your dad gets home - and probably best if it's not a school day - so that means... tomorrow."