Amy felt her pulse pounding as she looked at Mark. Made herself sit on the couch next to him. Does he blame me?
I’m inclined to think not, given the smile he gave her earlier, but I think he’s probably aware of the drama. Unless that form of social awareness counts as a skill.
It was all falling apart. This family had never fully accepted her. Being in the midst of a family that all worked together, it was hard to preserve secrets.
Especially when the team the family forms has a thing about being open, with quirks like no secret identities.
Amy had learned a few years ago, overhearing a conversation between Carol and Aunt Sarah, that Carol had initially refused to take her in.
Ouch. At least that would’ve been before she got to know you?
Her adoptive mother had only accepted in the end because she’d had a job and Aunt Sarah didn’t.
For a moment I was confused as to why it wouldn’t be the other way around, with the one without a job having more time to take care of a child, but then I remembered you need money too, and New Wave doesn’t get paid by the government like the Protectorate does.
This moment of confusion might also have roots in the fact that apart from occasional freelance photography on my dad’s part, neither of my parents have had jobs in my life. We’ve made do with disability pension without much problem, and I’ve almost always had both my parents with me whenever I’ve been home.
I keep telling you guys, I’m privileged as fuck living up here.
One kid to Aunt Sarah’s two. When she’d taken Amy in, it hadn’t been out of love or caring, but grudging obligation and a sense of duty.
There we have it again. Grudging obligation and a sense of duty. That’s pretty much Amy’s character theme.
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