I shove the horrible, screaming images in my head into the dark, silent place in my mind that is getting deeper and more crowded each day. One day soon, the things I stuff in there will burst out and infect the rest of me. Maybe that will be the day the daughter becomes like the mother.
My hand stays out wit the offered food long enough to make the moment awkward. "Don't you want it?" I ask.
"That depends on why you're giving it to me."
I shrug. "Sometimes, as we're stumbling along in the dark, we hit something good."
I really, really like Penryn!
"Why don't you bring the food in, and I'll tell you if she's nearby."
"And how would you know if she's nearby?"
"I'll hear her," he says. "Assuming the rain doesn't get too loud."
"How good is your hearing?"
"Ha ha," I say dryly.
LOOOL. That made me laugh more than it should have.