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Screaming Stars
Posted on September 16, 2010 at 10:29:29 PM by Johann*Others
"Don't underestimate that girl o' your'n," the old man demurred, shaking his head at Lanny's suggestion that Raine was too young to be manipulative, just yet. "At no older than that, her Ma could wrap me right around her little finger, mark my words." "Still could," Cass retorted quietly, but with a small smile that indicated she was no longer inclined to be direct and firm with her uncle, since he'd indicated that he was going to behave. Johann smiled a little too, and didn't try to deny that - they all knew it was true. Instead he prompted, "Rummage through my bag there and see if you can't come up with pen and paper, girl. No rule sayin' I can't at least write a letter to the fella I was goin' to visit and tell him that I won't be coming." His gesture indicated a small bureau installed into the wall across from the bed, wherein Cass found the overnight bag he'd packed - minus the firearm he'd had on him when he'd left. She wasn't surprised by that, but spoke up to Lanny anyway. "You might mention to James that the hospital's confiscated one of our guns - they won't return it to us in the hospital itself, but they'd relinquish it to one of them to take home, I think." What did sort of surprise her was the pile of personal affects at the bottom of the bag - including a much-bloodied striped shirt that had been slit up the middle with a sharp instrument - purportedly to remove it from her uncle so that the injury could be treated. He was bare-chested now, if it could be considered that with half of him covered in bandaging, but Cass covered her surprise with an exasperated groan. "Did you have to be wearing one of your good shirts?" Knowing that she was using that comment to distract herself from the fear that the bloodied shirt aroused in her, but not daring to speak upon it, Johann shrugged his good shoulder, and reached to take the pen and paper she finally produced out of the bag. "Lan, shove that over-the-bed table over here. Have to write with the wrong hand, I guess... but it's better than nothing."
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