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“Aye lass, it was not a good situation.” Hawkins shook his head slowly. More and more he was seeing the human side of this werewolf, and it almost made him forget exactly who he was dealing with. If these creatures truly were monsters, he had yet to see it.
He sighed with relief as she shrugged off his poor choice of words. That too, showed more humanity than he had expected. “I appreciate the thought, lass. Me only request be that I come with ye and see him thrown in this very cell. Though I’d be hard pushed to not run him through with me own blade when we found him. Or at least give ‘im a good sock in the nose.”
Hawkins could just barely make out a smile on the woman’s face in the dim light. She seemed to be recalling fond memories of days long past. He loved those types of memories. You could get lost in them and let yourself fade out of reality. They were a break from the harsh world he’d come to know and it meant peace, at least for a time.
Her answer nearly brought tears to his eyes. Home was always the place he could never go. Home didn’t feel the same anymore. “Aye, home would be good. Yer son must be very smart te get into a college. I’d never make it meself. Can barely read as it is, but I get by.”
The sudden urgency in her next questions startled him a bit. “Nay lass. I cannot say I’ve heard of ‘New York’. What makes it new? And the only queen I’ve know was our late queen, may she rest in peace. What other queens are there? I’m sorry if that troubles ye. But if this ‘New York’ is a new place, I’d surely love to go some day. How do you get there? What is it like?”
On Sun, Aug 19, 2018 at 4:16 PM, Rachel Balla <rachelballa@...> wrote: