(Not important. But that isn't true, and so she can't finish the sentence. God, she never knows how to interpret Owen out loud these days, does she say he was her friend or her ex or what... Eventually, after a conflicted pause, she pops that bit of soup-logged bread into her mouth.
Said through it, because she has no manners,) Some guy I knew back home wanted to take a sailboat down the coast. He wanted to get out of the city we were living in 'cuz it was dangerous. More dangerous than usual, I mean. There was a big war going on, over land. He said I could come.
(Easy. And then for some reason, she adds,) But his girlfriend uninvited me at the last minute, so. (Uhh. What? Abby processes the involuntary slip with very obvious surprise, and says,) ... I didn't mean to say that. (The drama of the situation really doesn't matter to the story. Yikes.
She clears her throat, and forces her way past it, tone casual, like she couldn't care less.) It didn't work out in the end anyway. He- had this vision of the five of us living on a fucking sailboat together, it was never going to happen. We probably would have starved to death.
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(Not important. But that isn't true, and so she can't finish the sentence. God, she never knows how to interpret Owen out loud these days, does she say he was her friend or her ex or what... Eventually, after a conflicted pause, she pops that bit of soup-logged bread into her mouth.
Said through it, because she has no manners,) Some guy I knew back home wanted to take a sailboat down the coast. He wanted to get out of the city we were living in 'cuz it was dangerous. More dangerous than usual, I mean. There was a big war going on, over land. He said I could come.
(Easy. And then for some reason, she adds,) But his girlfriend uninvited me at the last minute, so. (Uhh. What? Abby processes the involuntary slip with very obvious surprise, and says,) ... I didn't mean to say that. (The drama of the situation really doesn't matter to the story. Yikes.
She clears her throat, and forces her way past it, tone casual, like she couldn't care less.) It didn't work out in the end anyway. He- had this vision of the five of us living on a fucking sailboat together, it was never going to happen. We probably would have starved to death.