Clarice felt greedy and selfish, keeping Daniel there right now. But damn it, she was falling apart, and to Hell with Molly's expectations that she not cling to her own lover for support. /What, you people get his best efforts and I have to settle for "sex and companionship?" Fuck ALL of you. I'm only human and I need this./ And ultimately, she wasn't asking for much. Just a cuddle and a promise of some time before they pushed on. That wasn't too much--was it?
"George is a personal friend," Clarice said quietly. "Ah know she's capable. I just always feel guilty when I come up with big plans and other people end up havin' to follow through with it."
"Usually the plans you make require more work than you can handle on your own."
"Ah know." She looked a little contrite.
She set back to work slowly, working with the knife with extra care, as her hands were still a bit shaky. Ten-foot lengths would help them maneuver along the reef and dislodge the body. It was a very simple thing, and very necessary as well. And she could manage it. That was something to make this crazy situation somewhat better.
"There was no note?" she asked quietly as they worked. Her voice was a wrung-out rasp, but her face was much more composed now.
"Just a distribution list for her belongings."
A bit more life came into her voice. "Wait, she left a note, but it contained no explanation whatsoever? That's...not somethin' ah can follow up on at the moment, but...it's...for what it's worth in this madhouse, unusual."
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[Clarice] Chop Wood, Carry Water, Part II (tag Daniel, open)
Date: 2006-05-22 05:26 pm (UTC)"George is a personal friend," Clarice said quietly. "Ah know she's capable. I just always feel guilty when I come up with big plans and other people end up havin' to follow through with it."
"Usually the plans you make require more work than you can handle on your own."
"Ah know." She looked a little contrite.
She set back to work slowly, working with the knife with extra care, as her hands were still a bit shaky. Ten-foot lengths would help them maneuver along the reef and dislodge the body. It was a very simple thing, and very necessary as well. And she could manage it. That was something to make this crazy situation somewhat better.
"There was no note?" she asked quietly as they worked. Her voice was a wrung-out rasp, but her face was much more composed now.
"Just a distribution list for her belongings."
A bit more life came into her voice. "Wait, she left a note, but it contained no explanation whatsoever? That's...not somethin' ah can follow up on at the moment, but...it's...for what it's worth in this madhouse, unusual."