OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[coaxed]

[ Carl sees those affected shades of his sister in Cherry all the time. (Sometimes, they're the only thing that he sees, if only because he doesn't get to see the genuine article often enough.) But he sees Cherry for Cherry, too, and the girl — by his assessment — is sweet. (He can see why Catherine likes her so much and, he suspects, Catherine can see why he likes her, too.)

He waves a hand in a half-dismissive gesture, shaking his head as he does. ] Wouldn't dream of wastin' your time, [ he says, with a slight nod. ] 'M sure there's better business than hangin' about an old sod like me.

[johns]

[ He's right, of course. Technically speaking.

There's plenty more business waiting for Cherry elsewhere — appointments at both three and five, dinner with a yellow at six, drinks with a violet at ten. But when Carl talks business, what he means is Olenska, and when it comes to Olenksa then no, no he's wrong.

Cherry's got a nice smile when she's not being a vulture, and there's no need to be one around Carl. ]

I like my old sod plenty, [ Cherry says with a tip of her eyebrows upwards, making it to seem like a question even though it didn't sound like one. ] B'sides, wouldn't want this gig going to some other lucky girl, now would I? They'd just make a mess of it all, tits up.

I'n'it right?