[ He lists them all: the reasons he has to be calling. Striking them down one by one, as clear as any other memorization he performed at the front of one of their classrooms. Feet slightly apart, hands behind his back, chin up. But not like that now. Or it's more that the rush of his words are nothing like the metered step of that boy, of any of a million memorized poems and speeches and rules.
Which doesn't make sense —
until that word; and she can't even stop the words from leaving her own. Feeling more baffled even as he gives the reason. ]
no subject
Which doesn't make sense —
until that word; and she can't even stop the words from leaving her own.
Feeling more baffled even as he gives the reason. ]
You heard about that?