Post by Arthur Coleman on Jan 28, 2007 3:28:27 GMT
Ms. Collins, or Gail, thank you. Arthur nods slightly, though it is evident by the lines that have faintly pressed into his face that he is startled that she so quickly interjected. The tension passing between the three of them starts to ebb away, and Arthur feels as though a weight is being lifted from his shoulders. He relaxes slightly, his shoulders becoming less square and tense--though they were never really square at all. And I'm glad to hear it. She hasn't been in a group setting for education much. I worried a bit. By this point, Arthur is slightly confused, wondering silently if Laurie had been homeschooled, although that might explain some things. He keeps his mouth shut, though gently arches his eyebrows. Mom...
Oh yes so do I, the regular beatings have done wonders for her concentration. The shocked expression across Arthur's visage is apparent for a split second, but he quickly wipes it away, so to speak. "Ah.. well..," is all he can say as his mind frantically tries to put words together to make an actual sentence. Arthur shifts his books in his arm, looking nervous and uncomfortable. "...I should not be.. keeping you from any.. previous commitments you have made," the man says at last,"..and I should do well to.. purchase these books before they become outdated." The attempt at dry humor sounds foreign on his tongue, but he rightly attempts to ignore the part of his mind that always tells him whatever he says should have never been said at all.
Fumbling slightly, he pushes his books back into the crook of his arm, extending his hand slightly to Laurie's mother. "It was very nice to.. meet you at last, Ms. Collins," Arthur says gently, doing his best to hide his growing discomfort.
Oh yes so do I, the regular beatings have done wonders for her concentration. The shocked expression across Arthur's visage is apparent for a split second, but he quickly wipes it away, so to speak. "Ah.. well..," is all he can say as his mind frantically tries to put words together to make an actual sentence. Arthur shifts his books in his arm, looking nervous and uncomfortable. "...I should not be.. keeping you from any.. previous commitments you have made," the man says at last,"..and I should do well to.. purchase these books before they become outdated." The attempt at dry humor sounds foreign on his tongue, but he rightly attempts to ignore the part of his mind that always tells him whatever he says should have never been said at all.
Fumbling slightly, he pushes his books back into the crook of his arm, extending his hand slightly to Laurie's mother. "It was very nice to.. meet you at last, Ms. Collins," Arthur says gently, doing his best to hide his growing discomfort.
