She's not hitting him or screaming, that's a point in her favor. Were they swapping positions Richie might not have been so magnanimous with his shock. For his part Richie's still swimming in his bewilderment, coming off his hands and plucking the discarded slingshot from under his belly. He holds it up, dimly aware of a recent need to fire a few slugs, punch a few holes in the old bullseye.]
Was I shooting cans?
[Nevermind, she's asking the real questions here. He looks up at her, appalled.]
Shit, sister, don't look at me! Last thing I remember is breakfast and the morning paper, and now we're... [He clutches his head.
No.
No, he's got a touch more recollection than that. A new perspective on Nysa from hip-height, peeped through ghastly glasses with tape fastening the middle. Shock turns to abject mortification.]
Was I...Jesus Lord in heaven above, I was a kid again. I was a fucking baby! And you — did you take me out here?
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She's not hitting him or screaming, that's a point in her favor. Were they swapping positions Richie might not have been so magnanimous with his shock. For his part Richie's still swimming in his bewilderment, coming off his hands and plucking the discarded slingshot from under his belly. He holds it up, dimly aware of a recent need to fire a few slugs, punch a few holes in the old bullseye.]
Was I shooting cans?
[Nevermind, she's asking the real questions here. He looks up at her, appalled.]
Shit, sister, don't look at me! Last thing I remember is breakfast and the morning paper, and now we're... [He clutches his head.
No.
No, he's got a touch more recollection than that. A new perspective on Nysa from hip-height, peeped through ghastly glasses with tape fastening the middle. Shock turns to abject mortification.]
Was I...Jesus Lord in heaven above, I was a kid again. I was a fucking baby! And you — did you take me out here?