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The sun had risen crimson over the horizon, flooding the desert with an almost intolerable heat. Sofie had wound her window down in the truck but it hadn't helped much. They had spoken little since they left the cafe, and Sofie had opted to drive once they had made it a little way down the road. Ben had looked completely tuckered out and in the face of his tired mindlessness she had demanded he hand the wheel over to her lest they wind up off the road again. Begrudgingly he had accepted, and his falling asleep soon after had given her the time alone she had needed to straighten her thoughts and sift through the insanity of the past events. She knew she was still missing a key point somewhere, but things had become clearer to her and her mind and stomach had settled some.
The intense heat of Nevada made it harder for her to concentrate, as far as she could remember it was likely she hadn't slept in some time, but she lit herself a cigarette and pushed on. She knew the way of the carnival, and knowing their location she found them immediately once they hit the town border. The midway was blissfully free of people though she couldn't imagine how they could sleep in tents in the desert heat. She rolled the truck in nearby the kitchen tent and cut the ignition.
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Since they'd rolled on out of that crazy town of devoted Okies, Samson had been vigilant, keeping an eye on the Rubes moreso than usual. He didn't doubt that one of them if not a gang of them might come-a-lookin' for them for answers. The plan hadn't gone well at all and it only spelled trouble for them. They'd roll out later in the day and put as much dust between them and that hooverville as possible, but for now he had to wait nervously. The rousties were unsettled with the choice but he wasn't about to leave without the young Mr. Hawkins. Since management was gone, things had been more simple in some ways, no-one else to call the shots, to guide them off the beaten track. maybe they'd go back to the regular circuit and build the kitty back up.
He was sitting mostly unseen at a shady table beneath the kitchen pavilion and he looked up as he heard the sound of the truck rolling in. he hadn't expected to see the person behind the wheel that he saw, and from beneath his dusty old hat he squinted faintly in the intense light as the cogs turned inside of his head.
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After a slight (yet not thurough) protest against Sofie driving, he thankfully agreed. He was worn out from the entire day. Typically, he had stamina to carry on with things until the late hours of the night. Not on that, but he didn't usually get enough sleep as is. Now, with new and reoccuring memories and nightmares, he was beginning to return to his old ways of simply avoiding sleep. This night however, he couldn't help but doze off in the car.
He found himself in the desert. The entire area was of course, desolate and empty. It was a similar placement to the one he had with the preacher and the explosion in the distance. Eerily enough, he could actually feel the blazing heat from the sun beating down on him. He skirted himself around, attempting to see if there was anybody... anyTHING else around.
At first, he couldn't spot a single fly. Then, far out in the distance, he noted movement. Ben squinted his eyes, trying to make out the form and noted that it was in fact, a person. He started at a steady walk and shifted into a run, until the figure was made out. Sofie. Both eyebrows furrowed and his pace began to slow down as he came even closer. She was kneeling beside something. As he drew nearer, Ben (looking at her from behind at an angle) saw she was stroking something with her hand.
Closer... closer... closer.
She didn't look up, didn't even seem to hear him quietly approaching in the sand. He managed to peer around (now about 10 feet from the scene) and saw what was lying next to her. It was a wolf. The entire belly of it had been slashed open. Sofie continued to gently caress its head, as if he were still alive.
"Sofie," he finally managed to croak, now approaching her at a very slow and cautious pace.
Silence.
Four feet... three feet... two feet.
"Sofie," he repeated once more.
This time, there wasn't even a beat of silence. Immediately after he uttered her name again, she turned her head, glaring up at him. "Every prophet in her house," the practically unfamiliar girl growled at him. Shocked, Ben stumbled backward, buckling over into a sprawled sititng position. He'd been so wrapped up in Sofie's movements and words that he failed to realize that the wolf was standing now. Blood still dripped from its belly, but it seemed to be as alert as ever. Sofie simply stood up, backing up a few feet and lazily watched the secene before.
The wolf's eyes were fixed on Ben now, a hungry, bloodthirsty rage stirring within them. Its jaw dropped open, black and red stained teeth barring out. Then, somehow, someway, it spoke. "And in her, was found the blood of prophets..." That said, it lunged forward, snarling furiously... straight toward Ben.
A sudden jerk in the car's movement made him wake up. He found himself gasping for air (as if her were holding his breath for the fate that would befall him in the nightmare). Just as quickly as he had left reality however, he'd returned. He glanced around, noting that they had stopped and arrived at the camp. Sofie was at the wheel... everything was "as it should be" or pretty much, not as it was in the dream. At least, not to his knowledge.
Putting on his best, "not royally disturbed for my life" poker face, he opened the door instinctively. He saw Samson coming toward them, an utterly bewildered look on his face. "Remember what I said about not saying nothin'," he said quietly to Sofie, before exiting the car.
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She had puzzled over him as he stirred and finally awoke with a start and didn't respond as he reminded her of their half-bargain. Well of course she wasn't about to say anything. She watched him go before breaking out of the tired trance and exited the cab herself, slamming the rickety door behind her. Samson stood only a little way away from them both, peering up with a cock-eyed squint against the sun. Her hands fiddled together at the waist of her apron anxiously as she dared a glance down at him. Casually but quickly she looked away and cast her gaze around the familiar setting. No bus. She bit on her lower lip for a moment and wandered a few paces towards Ben.
"Well, ain't you both just a sight f'r sore eyes," Samson quipped, his cane kicking up a little cloud of dust as he ambled a little closer. "Glad you made it back Hawkins," he added with a touching if not joking sincerity. He smiled slightly and eye her again. She pushed her hair back behind her ear and glanced at him again, then back to Ben. Uncomfortable, that was the word of the day apparently.
"I'm beat." she muttered low to Ben, glancing over to him briefly. Samsons expression slipped into a thoughtful rise of a brow and he crooked his head to the side slightly. "Well, ain't ya gonna let me in on it?" Her awkwardness was curious to him and he regarded her carefully as she skirted ever closer to Ben.
"Can we go somewhere?" she muttered low again, turning so that she was more facing Ben than Samson. She eyed him with a vague sense of pleading as Samson approached closer again. "Hawkin's, you'n me need to talk." He gestured towards the kitchen tent with his cane, not removing his eyes from the two.
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Ben wasn't sure what to make of the dream. Since he'd run into Sofie again, things just seemed to be getting stranger and stranger. It wasn't the events themselves that occured, but moreso the set up of it all. Everything that was slowly unraveling only pointed in a darker direction. They hadn't seen the last of their troubles.
He focused his attention on Samson for the moment. It was obvious that Sofie was less than comfortable, but there was no avoiding the situation. In fact, they were lucky Samson was the only one who spotted them currently. Given Libby, Lila, Ruthie, heck, any of the others. Had they seen Sofie come in, some sorta' hell would have broken loose.
Ben wasn't sure what would have happened if he hadn't run into Sofie. He probably would have continued onto New Canaan eventually (which wouldn't have been the best idea). God only knows how long he'd be gone out there if he made that shallow choice.
"Yeah, hold on a minute," Ben began, looking at Samson. He then turned away to face Sofie. He moved in on her, so they were only inches apart now. "Management's old trailer. Samson's sleepin' there but he aint got no business in there during the day. I'll be there in a moment." That said, he faced Samson once again and made his way toward the smaller man. "Yeah, whadaya want?"
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Posted: Jan 18th, 2007 at 12:34 am
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Sofie dipped her head slightly as he spoke to her from such a short distance and she was oddly comforted by his proximity, though she'd never admit it to his face. She felt stupidly disappointed when he left her side and wandered back toward Samson, not to mention the fact that he'd told her to go the Management's trailer. She wanted to say 'do what!' but refrained and simply turned on heels. Samson peered around Ben to watch her go then squinted up at him questioningly. "Where in hell'd'ya find her?" He started, gesturing at the retreating form of Sofie. "Didja find Jonesy up there? He ain't been back here, Libby 'n' th'other rousties are about havin' a fit, talkin' crazy 'bout goin' back an' lookin' for him. You gotta give me some news here Hawkin, we're in a tight spot, half of 'ems wanting to go on back to the circuit, an' half's wantin' to go back. Now I ain't takin' us back that way t'get lynched, so anything you know's gotta be what I know. How is it you found Sofie, and why's she actin' so coy all a sudden..."
Samson's voice faded as Sofie ascended the steep stairs of the trailer. She was anxious and reluctant, and her eyes traced over the one blazing word on the door. Management. She reached out a hand for the padlock on the latch and lifted the loop out. The door creaked as she pulled it back and she shot a glance back over towards Ben and Samson as if for reassurance. Samson was peering right back at her across the expanse as if bewildered as to why she was going into the trailer. She slipped inside and closed the door behind her to evade his stare, then turned to survey the dim little room. A set of red curtains were drawn back at the far end, and she craned her head as if to be able to see better in the dimness. She resisted the urge to stupidly call out and see if anyone was there and instead moved to one of the little windows. She threw the dusty curtains back to let the light in, and instantly felt somewhat more comfortable. Picking her way across the room she approached the little alcove and spotted the adorned fabric in which her tarot had always been wrapped. She felt a faint chill at the sight of it but advanced none the less and snatched them up from the surface. There wasn't much to the alcove, a small bed off to the right with the same strange bluish stains as were now on her dress, a low bookcase, mostly vacant aside from a few dusty leather bound volumes of some kind. She retreated from the little alcove as if slightly disturbed by it and came to rest finally in a chair at the right of the cabin, by the little window. She set the cards down upon the table and simply stared at the wrapping.
Samson frowned slightly as he watched the girl slip inside of the trailer and transferred that same frown up to Ben. "If somethin' was goin' on, you'd tell me, wouldn't ya?" It was more of a demand than a question, and he shifted his weight slightly, his eyes almost concealed in the shade from the brim of his hat. "If the others find out she's back they ain't gonna let it rest till they heard everythin' she knows, they ain't gonna let you rest." His tone was slightly indignant, but it was clear the cogs were turning in his head as he squinted up again. maybe it would be best if they shook some dust before the others could find out she was back. He made some thoughtful noise then finally added: "You keep quiet 'bout this fer a while, I gotta think what to do." He waved a hand dismissively finally and scuffed a stone around with his cane for the briefest of moments. After that thoughtful pause he turned on heel and ambled back in the direction of the kitchen tent as if he were slightly angry.
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Ben was a bit frusterated by Samson's sudden blast of questions. It didn't surprise him in the least, but nevertheless, the sudden interrogation was irritating (to say the least). Of course the other man's intentions were always for the better. The carnival always came first. He was simply watching the backs of his own people. Ben opened his mouth to say something, but Samson kept rammbling on for the next few minutes.
"I aint asking you to go back," he sharply replied. Samson was always hasseling him about doing something wrong. It was in the man's nature. Ben still had respect for him though. After all they'd been through, for the majority of the way, Samson was on his side. Perhaps it was only due to Management's support on the matter.
As Samson began to walk away, Ben fuddled with his thoughts, attempting to think of something coherent to say. He wondered how much he could tell. Of course, he wasn't about to speak out on what happened to Jonesy, not even to Samson (not yet at least). "That preacher," he began in a hesitant, but firm voice, "I think he may still be alive. Sofie don't remember nothin," which was on half true, "But I got a real bad feeling."
That said, he waited another moment, as if waiting for something and then turned around without another word. Samson would be suspicious for now. Let 'em be. Let the rest of the carnies be as well. They didn't have to go back with him to New Canaan. Libby and the others going was an even worse idea. If it was possible, Ben was going to prevent that from happening. Still, he wondered how he would do that without giving himself away.
Finally, he arrived at Management's trailer and opened it, the creeking hinges on the door ringing out as he swung it open. He gave one last passing glance behind him, to make sure nobody else was following and then entered.
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Posted: Jan 18th, 2007 at 11:05 pm
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The fabric for the cards lay spread out on the table, and Sofie sat back in her chair, chewing the nail of her index finger absently as she looked down at them. An eeriness had crept over her as she'd unwrapped them and she had remembered the form of her mother sitting behind her the last time she had read them. She looked up abruptly as Ben entered, and moved her hands to her lap as if not to give her nervousness away.
"D'you tell him anythin'?" She asked, though she already knew the answer he wouldn't have said anything. She waved the question away as if to say no matter, and slid the cards across the fabric towards him. "Shuffle the deck and cut 'em with your left hand." The words were almost instinctive to her by now, as if it were a script she had memorised every day of her life. She shifted her weight to sit more upright and glance out the window for a moment. She could feel the gathering heat in the trailer and knew that the day would only get hotter and hotter. The carnival wouldn't stick around in a place like this for long, and she wasn't sure exactly how she felt about it. Would she go with them, or would she leave, find somewhere else? How could she stay given the knowledge that she might very well have killed one of theirs, one of her own! She heaved a silent sigh and peered up at Ben expectantly as if to say well, ain't ya gonna sit down?
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Samson's suspicion wasn't the last of his troubles. They could probably hide Sofie's return for awhile, but Ben himself could only disappear for so long before questions and rumors started to emerge. At first, he brushed off her question, assuming she could figure out the question herself.
He then sat down and hovered his hand over the deck for half a second. The last couple of times she gave him a reading, it didn't show promising results. Of course, he couldn't hope for the best in his situation. Nobody could during these times, let alone the rest of the carnival. As if the question was still nagging him, he suddenly replied, "I didn't tell 'im nothin. I said the preacher may still be alive and that's it. But 'm sure he'll figure it out eventually." Samson wasn't a fool.
Ben then proceeded to shuffle the deck slowly. Already, in his gut he felt that something wasn't quite right. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, but it had to be done. He gripped onto the deck silently for a moment, as if hesitating before he cut it. Finally, he parted the deck, as he'd done a few times before when she'd read his cards.
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Posted: Jan 19th, 2007 at 12:30 am
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She took a deep breath before she reached back for the cards, and is if guided by her gut she laid out six cards, not a usual spread, but then this wasn't exactly a usual reading. Straying from normality she flipped the cards one by one and gazed at each as she did so, waiting to give him the reading until she'd seen all of it.
After the last card was flipped over her hand hovered there and something inexplicable happened. It was the same sensation she'd felt before, an exploding headache behind her eyes. Flashes came so fast to her. She saw the shack, she heard the words This is Your House and without seeing much more, everything slid into place very suddenly, and instantly it all made sense. Her breath came out shallow, her hand still lingering over the spread, and she remembered that which had all been forgotten. Slowly she lifted her eyes to Ben and was silent for an extended moment before she began explaining it all to him.
"The magician... it means an ability to recognise your own potential and to take risks, uh, it's a powerful presence, the power to initiate." And it was also the card that gave her the visions of him, of Ben in the cornfield, and then too of the day he had joined them, she had watched his mother's funeral from the bus.
"The High Priestess...It's an intuition and wisdom, it signifies secret knowledge and represents the female side of the balance. Something remains yet to be revealed and it warns to be patient. It is Duality and Mystery, it shows that hidden influences are affecting things." But it also showed Sofie and spoke those words to her, and she was shaken by it and quickly moved on to the next card, not stopping for him to ask questions.
"The Lovers... uh.. it means a union, and it warns to trust instinct rather than intellect. It is a test of commitment, or a struggle between two paths." But to her, it had been the vision of them both, of the night in the cab of the truck, and of the odd scene she had seen before of them standing together kissing on an open plane while air raid sirens blared in the background.
"The five of cups reversed is the overturning of a way of life, it warns of false starts and worries that arise from an unexpected source. It speaks of bad fortune." [i] No Justin!, Stop![i] her mother's voice rang out in her ears and she flinched slightly as it faded. She pursed her lips slightly before continuing.
"The wheel of fortune reversed, unexpected interruptions, delays, a warning against gambling choices, unexpected bad luck."
"The ten of swords, Deceptions, premonitions, bad dreams. It is the card of the Martyr, it speaks of suffering and depression that can only be overcome by decisive inaction." She did not lift her eyes as she read the last cards to him, for as she described them, a barrage of scenes floated before her, she saw Brother Justin, his black eyes, she saw herself digging the blade from him, she saw herself healing him too as crops shrivelled around them. Finally she withdrew her hand from the table and shifted her gaze to him. She remembered it, remembered all of it, and now she wondered if he'd seen it all too, if he understood it... "What did you see, anything?" she whispered breathlessly.
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It'd been quite awhile since Sofie had bene willing to do a Tarot reading. Even longer since he was actually able to sit through one to its entirety. He wasn't exactly sure he was prepared for this. Chances were, this would be the most outlandish and upsetting out of any of them, he just had that gut wrenching feeling. He took a deep breath as Sofie spread out the cards.
Immediately, his eyes scanned over the cards. For the most part, he was completely clueless as to what they meant, but before she even spoke, he began making assumptions and thinking the worst. It wasn't until she actually began speaking however, that the memories began flashing at him.
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"The magician... it means an ability to recognise your own potential and to take risks, uh, it's a powerful presence, the power to initiate."
His thoughts swarmed to the night Management and Lodz died. He could still feel his uncaloused hands wrapping around the human being's neck. He remembered protesting that he had no right to decide who lived or died. Yet, he had to make that choice for Ruthie... he had to take the risk.
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Ben tilted his head to the side for a moment, as if trying to actually fathom what that could mean. However, that attempt was in vein, because only a few moments later, memories cam thrashing through. Sofie at the baptism... her dazed out look as she came through Troy with the blade in her hand. His eyebrows furrowed, as if he didn't understand why she was the first thing that spurred in his subconcious.
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The first thing that came to his mind, was the exact same as what came to Sofie's. There was that unsettling feeling in his gut that confirmed both of them were thinking the same thing as well. The two of them in the cab so many nights before... why exactly DID he feel uneasy about that?
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"The five of cups reversed is the overturning of a way of life, it warns of false starts and worries that arise from an unexpected source. It speaks of bad fortune."
The scene at the cornfield with Brother Justin played all over again. It was in sudden, sort of strobe-like increments. What was most unsettling about this is that Ben could have sworn that was the end. False starts? Bad fortune?
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"The ten of swords, Deceptions, premonitions, bad dreams. It is the card of the Martyr, it speaks of suffering and depression that can only be overcome by decisive inaction.
The last card is what finalized his already sinking suspicions that things weren't going to be better. Sudden flashes of all the unfortuante circumstances and events that had already taken place flew by in a overwhelming montage. Then, more clearly, was his father's head in the swine's water bucket. Gaping up at him. Brother Justin's dialated eyes, followed by the blade in Ben's hands, plunging into the preacher's chest. Then, quickly after, Sofie's own grip, clenching onto the blade... her standing alone, in solitude with it.
One hand retreated to his face, as he scooched back a bit in chair and stared silently down at the cards. His reaction was obviously disturbed and troubled. It was clear he'd seen something but he felt himself suddenly retreating to the usual defense mechanism he used when he felt cornered. "I... dunno," he muttered. "None of this don't make any sense." He stood up abruptly, accidently knocking the chair behind him backward. "I got'ta go..."
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Posted: May 9th, 2007 at 09:12 pm
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Sofie's eyes remained inexorably locked on Ben's face . A hawkishness lingered in them as if she were trying desperately to read what he was thinking through his usually unintelligible expressions. He was always so guarded that she could never tell.
As her words were answered by him, she saw something pass behind his eyes, something that piqued her interest and made her stomach flip-flop with a faint dread. She blinked at him, leaning over the table a little as his chair overturned.
"Go? Go where? What'd you see!" She tipped her own chair over as she stood, her hand swiping out to try and catch a hold of him as he retreated. She had to know, had to know if he knew everything she knew, had to know if he'd seen the same things she'd seen. Gods, what would he think?
Her mind instantly flew to regrets, questions. I shouldn't have come back, I shouldn't have agreed on the cards. What if Justin's lookin' fer me...
Her fingers caught the ripped hem of his sleeve finally, after a couple of tried, and she gripped it suddenly firmly, as if asserting that she wouldn't let it go this time, not without a fight. She had to know what he'd seen, he wouldn't run out on her as he'd done the times before.
"What'd you see?" She intoned, more demanding this time, though her eyes held a fear of what he might say, and how he might react to her. She half-wondered if he'd clock her just to get away.
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Ben stopped immediately when he felt Sofie taking hold of his sleeve. He had half of a mind to just push her away, but he wasn't about to get physical over this. No, he'd lost half his wits, but not THAT many. He took a deep breath, shifting from the half-a-turn he was in to face Sofie once again.
He was silent for a moment and let his gaze shift down at the hand on his sleeve, then back up to her own eyes. It was a subtle unheard request for her to let go. "Would ya take your paws of me?" He muttered.
"It was nothin," he grudgingly insisted. He paused again, realizing she wouldn't let this go.
Then it hit him. He'd come further than this, hadn't he? Was he retreating to that shell he so often used to run to when he wasn't satisfied with the way things were going? No. He wasn't about to let that happen. After all, the two of them were at least attempting to work things out so Sofie could find her place in the carnival once again. Communication had to be better than this...
"I saw a lot of thing that already happened... things that I thought were over with. Things I don't think should mean anything anymore." He let out an irritated sigh. "But apparently that aint the case." Once again, he was quiet and he let his eyes shift to the ground. Momentarily after, he slowly lifted his gaze back to Sofie. "I saw a lot of you too. You with that damned blade..."
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Posted: May 9th, 2007 at 10:12 pm
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The silent request was not lost on Sofie, but it wasn't until he spoke that she begrudgingly let go of his sleeve ad relinquished a step to get out of his personal space, and keep him out of hers. it was almost as if a strange electricity leapt between them when they were so close, a sensation that made her head spin slightly.
His denial was met with a bemused look that said simply: Bullshit. She was about to speak in protest when he cut her off with his continuation. She was silent then, watching him as he spoke, her own mind filtering back over what she'd seen, strings of memories that shouldn't have made any sense, but somehow fit together like pieces of a great jigsaw puzzle upon which the picture was clouded, blurred.
His gaze on her suddenly was heavy, full of implications, as full as his words were. She backed up another step, then redoubled her effort to remain assertive, squaring her jaw slightly. "What about the blade..?" her voice betrayed the fact that she knew everything, the fact that she remembered. It gave her away when her face did not, it spoke in undertones that meant more than the words, meant she was afraid he'd seen all that she had done. Her eyes glimmered, and she suppressed a guilty twitch of her eye so that it looked more as if it were a barely noticeable flinch. Her mind told her she should say she didn't know anything about it, didn't remember, but somehow the words stuck in her throat when she moved to talk.
Abruptly, she changed the subject, turning back and snatching the cards up from the table. "I thought I told you to burn these damn things anyhow. They're nothin' but trouble."
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Posted: May 10th, 2007 at 01:53 pm
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Ben shook his hand slightly, as if to wear away her grip. He caught the desperate and uncertain look in her eyes as he spoke. He wasn't much for looking people square in the eye all the time. It made him uneasy and gave him the heebie jeebies at times. However, as of recently, he'd grown better at doing that.
"The blade," he began again. "You holdin' that damned thing. Sofie you-"
He drifted off as she began insisting that he should have burned the cards. She was covering up something, just as he previously attempted. His eyebrowss knitted together as she tried to change the subject. "Wait one blasted minute," he started, "You aint tellin' me something Sofie. What is it? What the hell'd ya see?!"
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Posted: May 10th, 2007 at 02:05 pm
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Sofie had gathered up the cards quite quickly, and abruptly she leant over the little table, up to the window. She tipped the top of it open and tossed the cards out so that they scattered and fluttered on the breeze, scattering over the midway in random directions.
She slammed the window closed. The day was becoming hot, insufferably hot, and she found it was making her irritable, or perhaps it was the predicament, either way, she felt relieved to have the cards away from them both.
The Nevada sun beat down on the roof of the once-upon-a-time forbidden trailer. It was quickly becoming an oven inside, something they perhaps ought to be used to, but Sofie had spent the last months of her life in the pretty little house on the hill, sipping cold lemonade under the soft and cool shade of the tree on the front lawn. She wiped a fine film of perspiration from her brow with the hem of her apron and dared a glance back at him. She knew she was caught. She knew she and her foolish assumptions had jumped too quickly to conclusions and that she had given herself away because of it.
"Nothin'" she lied, poorly. She didn't want to tell him, to tell anyone. Ah, it would all be so much easier if she were back in New Caanan. She could hear the voices of others waking and gathering in the sun on the midway. She let her gaze flicker to the door.
She could either stay in the trailer with Ben and his questions, or go out there and be confronted with the others' questions. Better the devil you know.
She tipped her overturned chair back up, and slumped down upon it, her fingers pressed to her lips in thought as she peered out the dirty little window. "I... it was nothin', at least... I don't think..." She shook her head slightly.
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