Worse, I couldn’t help but feel like he was seeing through the image I was trying to portray. Seeing the girl behind the mask, who was just trying to pretend she knew what she was doing.
He’d probably like to think he does, at least.
I turned to the next person, a solidly built woman with scratches and the sandburns I was quickly coming to recognize all over her face. She had even taped half of a sanitary pad over one eye. It wasn’t my brightest move, but I asked her, “Are you going to whine like a little girl, too, if I ask you to help someone?”
Uh oh.
Dial back the salt a little. You abandoned the bully tactic, thanks to Charlotte. Don’t let the patriarch mess with that.
She smiled a little and shook her head.
…hah! I think she shares Taylor’s opinions on the patriarch. “Heh, ‘like a little girl’! Serves that old grump right.”
“Good. Go. Left side of the building. He’s blind, and there’s nobody else there to help. I think he might have inhaled sand, he’s coughing pretty violently. Don’t push him to move too fast or too much. Take your time walking him back, if the bleeding isn’t too severe.”
A bit of useful information. That helps.
She obeyed, moving off with a powerful stride. When I looked, R.J.’s dad was gone.
He was stomping off toward the ambulances, keeping the crowd between us, dragging his wife at his side with R.J. hurrying to keep up.
…well. Be that way, see if Skitter ever helps you with your pests again.
Knowing how angry he was, I had to hope he wasn’t the type to take out his anger on his family.
Oh cod. No thanks.
I could absolutely see that being the case, though. I hope R.J.’s going to be okay.
I didn’t want to be indirectly responsible for their pain.
And I just don’t want them to be in pain, regardless of who’s responsible.
Sometimes it seems like who’s responsible is what Taylor focuses on, rather than the pain itself, and given how she treats her various points of guilt, I’m don’t think that’s reading into things too much.
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