“The town hates me.”
“It would be the same if I went to live with you in Gaza. A newcomer waltzes in and they think she wants a share of the pie she hasn’t earned yet. I will spend my life fitting you into my arms, my heart, my life. But the town has to work you among the many into its fabric until you’re seamless. Only recently has Dad been that pliable, or willing to spend the time.”
“Your parents do realize that the whole area is sunk after the bicentennial.”
“Mom says there’s some kind of programming that makes her return like a spawning salmon and that’s why she won’t give it up easily.”
Clem sighed and pretended to scoop up sunlight by the handsful, let it trickle through her fingers onto the covers.
“The fabric of Catherine’s childhood is unravelling,” TinTin said, sighing, as Clem rubbed her warm hands on his arm. “This social fabric of which you are a thread, would it perhaps be another kind of Net worth studying?”
“I think it’s been studied enough. There’s never been a culture more documented and headstrong than my mother’s.”
The Bones: Crossing, Chapter 7 by Laura Wythe (available on Amazon)
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