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January 2019 #593

(Five conversations prior to this were not transcribed as they were too short and H to ill to be of note.)

H:
(coughing) Darlin’.

Me: You’re still in bed.

H:
Yes, I rise later these days.

Me:
I take it it’s still been pretty bad?

H:
Yes. I manage a little time on my feet, but the cough is
taxing, the whole enterprise exhausting.

Me: I’m sorry darlin’.

H:
It’s been cold this winter. One has to pay the devil his
due.

Me: I’m sure one does, I just wish his taxes weren’t so high!

H:
(coughing) Indeed.

Me:
Anything I can do?

H:
Not at present. Just talk to me.

Me: Tiresias had an eye infection that seems to finally be on
the mend. My father is seeing hospital specialists to see if he can have a
liver transplant. I went to the beach with Logan and Amanda, which was fun.
Logan said my short hair made me look like Brienne of Tarth – she’s a knight in
a story. A day of sea and sun worked its usual alchemy and now my hair is
actually silver instead oddly pale-blue-gold. And Andromeda now likes to sit on
laps and be petted so is fully people-friendly and fit to be adopted.

H:
The taming of the beast?

Me: Not by much, she’s still a brat!

H:
Cain and Abel’s rivalry?

Me: Something like that…

H:
Don’t look so worried darlin’. I’ve been worse off than
this.

Me: Doesn’t diminish the amount of illness you’re experiencing
now.

H:
No, but it does mean you need not fret.

Me:
You know me. Always on the worry about something.

H:
Fool girl.

Me: I think that’s well established… (cats cause chaos and
almost tip my coffee in my lap) Do the kits ever get this unruly?

H:
Sometimes. They have the whole house however; it spreads the
rumpus out some. (coughing) … You find a new boarding house yet?

Me: No, there’s nowhere
affordable to live around here. Which is funny, because there’s nothing
interesting here – just an observatory and some horses.

H:
You’re used to bigger towns?

Me: Yeah. We want to move
to Hilo – it’s bigger and there’s more to do – but we have to wait until Kal’s
job finishes. …Should I leave you to sleep?

H:
No, but I ought stir myself and dress.

Me: You don’t sound
enthusiastic.

H:
(coughing) Just gathering the will needed.

Me: Love you H.

H:
Love you girl.

Source: Tales of Necromancy

by cnkguy
January 2019 #593

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