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Posted by kinney on Jun 13, 2011 20:08:45 GMT -6
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Wow. Gawain sure had a way with words. The way he spoke them, anyhow. Lydia listened to him as he explained to the twelve-year-old why he wouldn’t and shouldn’t get Agnes’ autograph, listened to him explain Agnes’ difficulties with the whole ordeal. She was impressed, but she was more importantly guilty. Had she thought of any of those things? No. She hadn’t thought of anything but how cute the young boy was, and how scary Agnes looked in the video. Lydia hadn’t thought of Agnes’ feelings, how horrible it must’ve been for her during the incident, and how annoying it must be now, with all of these little boys clamoring to get her autograph. At least the little boy had age as an excuse. What did she have?
She watched as the kid scampered away, and turned, startled, when Agnes came out of the infirmary right afterwards.
>> “I’m fit as a fiddle. And I definitely want some cheesecake. Anyone care to join?”
Lyd nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and attempted a smile. Upon closer inspection, however, Agnes’ eyes looked a bit red, and everyone knew what that meant. Oh God, what if she heard me and that kid? Oh God oh God oh God I’m such an idiot what no I can’t—oh FML. But Agnes was offering cheesecake, and smiling somewhat. Maybe she wasn’t “fit as a fiddle?” Maybe she had gotten some bad news from the Doc? Or maybe it was something else. Instead of driving herself nuts trying to figure out if she was to blame for Agnes’ emotional state, Lydia hooked arms with the other girl and Gawain, and started towards the stairs.
“Cheesecake, you said? I love cheesecake.” She smiled for real, this time.
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