01-07-2015, 08:12 PM
Claire added a few more slivers of ginger to her noodles and stirred it in with the chopsticks. Her clairvoyance was always part of every question, but it just so happened that this one was unrelated. She'd not had any visions since that day in Brooklyn and nothing around Tony's house seemed to radiate any special auras.
Even if he was twenty-one when his world went up in smoke, surely he'd been in love? "Come on? No borrowing someone's car so you can sneak off with her in the middle of the night? No staring deeply into each others eyes? Aren't you guys famous for Russian sonnets and great, passionate love?"
She slurped a noodle that stuck to her chin. "I met the love of my life .. or a new love of my life .. every 6 months or so. They always ended up assholes though. Everyone is, right?"
Even if he was twenty-one when his world went up in smoke, surely he'd been in love? "Come on? No borrowing someone's car so you can sneak off with her in the middle of the night? No staring deeply into each others eyes? Aren't you guys famous for Russian sonnets and great, passionate love?"
She slurped a noodle that stuck to her chin. "I met the love of my life .. or a new love of my life .. every 6 months or so. They always ended up assholes though. Everyone is, right?"