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victormakesart) wrote2012-01-25 10:39 pm
victormakesart) wrote2012-01-25 10:39 pm
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"How're you feeling, sweetie?" Victor is talking to her phone. Not that she thinks her phone is a sweetie, but she's talking to a voice on her phone, and it is on speaker. She is in a field, sprawled on her stomach on an ugly mustard-colored blanket.
"Good! I finished a few logic puzzles, and spent some time playing with my sisters on the computer. Anya is hilarious when you play peekaboo. 'Thena had me read stories over and over." It's a young voice, male, exuberent, and Vic's smiling this big proud smile and sipping at her coffee through a straw.
"I'm glad," she says. "Guess what Friday's gonna be?"
"Is it my birthday?"
"Absolutely. You nervous?"
"No way! This is going to rock!"
"Good! I finished a few logic puzzles, and spent some time playing with my sisters on the computer. Anya is hilarious when you play peekaboo. 'Thena had me read stories over and over." It's a young voice, male, exuberent, and Vic's smiling this big proud smile and sipping at her coffee through a straw.
"I'm glad," she says. "Guess what Friday's gonna be?"
"Is it my birthday?"
"Absolutely. You nervous?"
"No way! This is going to rock!"