She sat down on the coffee table, directly opposite her mother. Reaching forward, she plucked the spliff from her mother’s lips and dropped it, grinding it under her toes.
Heh, that must be a weird experience from the point of view of someone who doesn’t realize Aisha is there.
I guess Celia would perceive it as dropping the spliff herself, but how would her brain lie to her to fill the blank of how it got ground against the floor?
Her mother blinked a few times, then reached for her rolling papers.
I guess maybe she didn’t realize it ended up on the floor, just that it disappeared.
Aisha used her hand to cover the papers and whispered, “No.”
Ooh, how does this manifest? Does what she says enter her mother’s subconscious, or does that get wiped too?
Again, the dazed blinking. Her mother asked, “Sam? Got any more papers?”
“I just gave you a full package.”
If Aisha were feeling prankish, she could uncover the package of papers once Sam looked. That would probably escalate, though.
“The hell? Maybe that hit me harder than I thought,” Aisha’s mother giggled.
Ah, right, I suppose that’s a reasonable rationalization for her brain to come up with.
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