It's not really enough for me to start writing again when she turns her head. 'Cause she's still here. And I don't know why, I guess, which is kinda pulling me away from the letter and more to her. She's not really like anyone I know, and actually, I can imagine my pa pointin' and telling me that this is the kind of woman all us should stay away from. The kind who talk too easy. (Mama never talked easy, and that's why pa loved her so much, I think.)
Pressing my lips together, I give up on the letter for now, just setting it beside me.
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Date: 2011-08-20 05:56 pm (UTC)Pressing my lips together, I give up on the letter for now, just setting it beside me.
"Why are you here?" I ask instead.