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23 June 2006 10:26I woke up this morning with this persistantly in my head. It's the sequel to Turkeys Drown in the Rain which I had thought to do, but never gave any serious thought or effort to before now. I suspect that completion on this will take some months, as I'm still working on 7/3.
"Which hotel?"
Hein made a soft noise. "A motel would be better."
"Hotels have better security, if you're thinking of staying hidden-"
"I don't have very much money," He admitted, shifting his chin upward, trying to keep his posture absolutely straight. He looked straight ahead.
"Your family was-"
"My family, but not me." He looked out the window at last, his posture sliding to something far less imperious as he admitted, "Bribes, payoffs. Personal excess."
Her mouth said it before she could stop it. "You can stay with us."
He glanced sharply in her direction, then hesitated, clearly considering the monetary benefits. Then he shook his head, as if to dispell both his thoughts and refuse the offer. "I can't. I couldn't ask you to do that."
"Which hotel?"
Hein made a soft noise. "A motel would be better."
"Hotels have better security, if you're thinking of staying hidden-"
"I don't have very much money," He admitted, shifting his chin upward, trying to keep his posture absolutely straight. He looked straight ahead.
"Your family was-"
"My family, but not me." He looked out the window at last, his posture sliding to something far less imperious as he admitted, "Bribes, payoffs. Personal excess."
Her mouth said it before she could stop it. "You can stay with us."
He glanced sharply in her direction, then hesitated, clearly considering the monetary benefits. Then he shook his head, as if to dispell both his thoughts and refuse the offer. "I can't. I couldn't ask you to do that."
