[A light, provocative shrug. There is nothing wrong about what she says - the hyenas did have a taste for their own family members. A special treat from Haran every time he came over with a new dead one.]
You bring such nice flowers to this house. Can't you just say nice things?
[He pauses for just a moment of thought, dramatically bringing a finger to his chin, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. She does have a lovely voice that comes even more alive when she recites those poems. It's easy to guess that she would not pick things too close to her heart, though. No, those are reserved for people she likes.
Her precious faeries, he imagines.]
Yes. You will read it to me, and to the boy. Tonight, after dinner.
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Don't say that.
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[ All pretense is tumbling away from her, like a shedding of dead leaves and she cannot clutch them back to her fast enough. ]
You'll do as you will and if I truly impede you, you will feed me to the hyenas.
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You bring such nice flowers to this house. Can't you just say nice things?
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Shall I read you poetry then?
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Her precious faeries, he imagines.]
Yes. You will read it to me, and to the boy. Tonight, after dinner.
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And then she turns on heel and leaves the room. ]