"It's..." She thinks as she peels, drops the potatoes into the layer of water. "It's a book that I grew up with. Something very important to me, about the way I think about the world."
"About the things you're - " He drops his voice, already quiet, to the
barest whisper. Even though there's nobody around to hear them. "About
the things you're fighting to make better?"
She smiles, thankful for the fact that he knows to be quiet about this, and truly a little endeared. "Exactly that. Almost everyone knows it, where I'm from."
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Date: 2017-01-13 09:50 am (UTC)"Books of sermons," he murmurs. "Reflections on the Scripture."
The art books Annie gave him are still under his bed. He hasn't dared to touch them since.
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Date: 2017-01-13 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-13 10:34 am (UTC)"I - no, ma'am. Elizabeth." He must stop doing that, he chastises himself. "I wouldn't mind. What - what sort of thing?"
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Date: 2017-01-13 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-13 10:49 am (UTC)"About the things you're - " He drops his voice, already quiet, to the barest whisper. Even though there's nobody around to hear them. "About the things you're fighting to make better?"
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Date: 2017-01-13 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-13 11:00 am (UTC)"Then -- yes. I'd like to read about that."
It certainly seems safer than Annie's books about raw emotional expression. He's not sure how he'll handle those, which is why he isn't trying.
"I...I want to understand."
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Date: 2017-01-13 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-13 11:10 am (UTC)The smile as he turns to pick up another potato from the pile is tiny, and fleeting, and not really aimed at her - but it's there.