Fright
A recurring Title so poor Keppet knows which to avoid. Emotional Spoiler Warnings, one supposes, and the very idea amuses Rian.
So.
Heartsister phoned an hour or so ago in hysterics of the unhappy kind because tonight at Diwali celebrations she noticed that Rian's parent's eyes had gone yellow. Not the 'Hallowe'en Is Coooming' sort of yellow, but the liver failure species.
"Did you say something?" Rian asked.
"No," Heartsister wailed. "I didn't know what to say."
Liver failure seems a large pair of words.
After the telephone call Rian took Marie Antoinette to read in the bath but found Self staring at the same paragraph ( a rather interesting bit about Saint Cloud) thinking over and over again:
Ican'tIcan'tIcan'tIcan'tIcan't...
Rian is not exactly sure what is it I canna do, however. Whatever it is, I suppose I must do it anyway, as that is the way of Life.
....last night Rian dreampt I was dancing through a fancy hotel lobby full of people and tiny satelitte bars...dancing with Kevin Spacey, who wore an entirely black tuxedo. The music was loud and fast but we danced very close. How odd, Rian thinks.
And finally, Rian's dryer has Done Something and now every item of clothing that comes out smells HORRIBLE and Rian is suffering gagging stomach trouble simply being dressed. I suppose I shall have to telephone the Maytag Fellow in the near future.
So.
Heartsister phoned an hour or so ago in hysterics of the unhappy kind because tonight at Diwali celebrations she noticed that Rian's parent's eyes had gone yellow. Not the 'Hallowe'en Is Coooming' sort of yellow, but the liver failure species.
"Did you say something?" Rian asked.
"No," Heartsister wailed. "I didn't know what to say."
Liver failure seems a large pair of words.
After the telephone call Rian took Marie Antoinette to read in the bath but found Self staring at the same paragraph ( a rather interesting bit about Saint Cloud) thinking over and over again:
Ican'tIcan'tIcan'tIcan'tIcan't...
Rian is not exactly sure what is it I canna do, however. Whatever it is, I suppose I must do it anyway, as that is the way of Life.
....last night Rian dreampt I was dancing through a fancy hotel lobby full of people and tiny satelitte bars...dancing with Kevin Spacey, who wore an entirely black tuxedo. The music was loud and fast but we danced very close. How odd, Rian thinks.
And finally, Rian's dryer has Done Something and now every item of clothing that comes out smells HORRIBLE and Rian is suffering gagging stomach trouble simply being dressed. I suppose I shall have to telephone the Maytag Fellow in the near future.
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