Re: If the prodigal son won't return home.... (( E + E etc )
Posted: 19 May 2014, 05:39
“The fact we agree on that is disturbing.” She stated to Enver as he spoke up from the backseat, Every’s hazel eyes moving to Emilee before she substained rolling her eyes. It was easier for the woman to be in California, not in her car. Not in Harper Rock. “You made it clear to Enver, Emilee, and he passed along the message late.” Admittedly, the woman did not like surprises. The last surprise she had gotten was the night that she turned a corner and found herself staring at an impossibly tall man, and then she received a cracked skull. Chuckling a bit at the memory, she lifted her hand off the steering wheel and rubbed at the back of her head.
When Emilee put down her mirror, Every’s hazel eyes snapped immediately to the rearview and looked for him – she knew about the curse allurists had before reaching up to adjust that she, too, would not have the mirror pointed in her own direction. Turning her back to the road, she tried to resist the urge to lean against the wheel and beat her head against it. “A microwave?” She glanced at her great aunt, no longer wondering if the distance between the families had been a bad thing.
Upon hearing Emilee clear her throat, the brunette paid no mind other than to smile sweetly at the woman beside her, “There are some cough drops in the glove compartment if you’d like one.” And then look over her shoulder to give a pointed glare at Enver. “As I mentioned before, Malaysian.” Her eyes returned to Emilee for a moment, and then to the road. She considered hitting him with the chair again at the next red light before closing her eyes and avoiding the urge to exhale heavily. “Enver, why don’t you think about another place as I’m driving as I’m sure you prefer something else? Something you and your mother would like as I already have somewhere else to be this evening for dinner. Isn’t there some Italian restaurant in Wickbridge?”
It was more subtle than “to hell with driving you around unless you’re paying for my gas, Enver” which had been what she wanted to say.
When Emilee put down her mirror, Every’s hazel eyes snapped immediately to the rearview and looked for him – she knew about the curse allurists had before reaching up to adjust that she, too, would not have the mirror pointed in her own direction. Turning her back to the road, she tried to resist the urge to lean against the wheel and beat her head against it. “A microwave?” She glanced at her great aunt, no longer wondering if the distance between the families had been a bad thing.
Upon hearing Emilee clear her throat, the brunette paid no mind other than to smile sweetly at the woman beside her, “There are some cough drops in the glove compartment if you’d like one.” And then look over her shoulder to give a pointed glare at Enver. “As I mentioned before, Malaysian.” Her eyes returned to Emilee for a moment, and then to the road. She considered hitting him with the chair again at the next red light before closing her eyes and avoiding the urge to exhale heavily. “Enver, why don’t you think about another place as I’m driving as I’m sure you prefer something else? Something you and your mother would like as I already have somewhere else to be this evening for dinner. Isn’t there some Italian restaurant in Wickbridge?”
It was more subtle than “to hell with driving you around unless you’re paying for my gas, Enver” which had been what she wanted to say.