[That's pointed, Paul thinks, lying on his back with his legs dangling over the armrest of a couch. Symmetry, well, he knows what (who) that's alluding to. Telling him he isn't an adult after that - he does think of his mother, a soft bloom of warmth in his throat.]
Balance is a good thing.
She'd forgive me. She always does.
She'd like you. I think I've told you that before. I might have thought it, and not said it. She wouldn't show it, but you'd be able to tell.
When do people become adults in your culture? What are the rites?
no subject
Balance is a good thing.
She'd forgive me. She always does.
She'd like you. I think I've told you that before. I might have thought it, and not said it. She wouldn't show it, but you'd be able to tell.
When do people become adults in your culture? What are the rites?