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velesdonnersen) wrote2011-11-13 12:40 am
velesdonnersen) wrote2011-11-13 12:40 am
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Doors and Windows
[Tarvek has watched the amazing parade of people marching through Ilsa's house, eating her food, chatting with her. She's such a well-loved lady, with so many friends. He considers her queenly, regal, a hostess and a sheltering friend.]
[He helps her clean up, after people go, putting leftovers-- what few there are-- into the strange plastic storage containers. (He "burps" them, just as she taught him. He always laughs when he does it.] They wipe the counters, prepare things for tomorrow's meals. When they've finished... there's no sign of Egon. He looks at Ilsa, and says, softly,]
Do you want to go for a drive? It's been a hard day.
[He helps her clean up, after people go, putting leftovers-- what few there are-- into the strange plastic storage containers. (He "burps" them, just as she taught him. He always laughs when he does it.] They wipe the counters, prepare things for tomorrow's meals. When they've finished... there's no sign of Egon. He looks at Ilsa, and says, softly,]
Do you want to go for a drive? It's been a hard day.