She tilted her head to the left. Or perhaps it was the right. It was to his right anyway. Was the mirror image the opposite or the same? Was looking at someone the same as a mirror image. Basically, if twins looked at each other, would it be the same as looking in a mirror?
"Right sure I guess so. But it's a polite command. I think they call it the imperative. Well no they call it... a request."
"Right sure I guess so. But it's a polite command. I think they call it the imperative. Well no they call it... a request."
They'd been going back and forth on their ride into the town to grab butter and milk for their brownie mix. It was his idea the whole time. She had just come along for the ride, but really it was her car, and he had not renewed his license yet as his birthday had came and went a few weeks back. It was the safer option. He had the knack for not paying attention to the speed limit and attracting the Po-9.
"Besides, you would have been sitting at the cottage doing nothing the whole time. Company's company."
"Besides, you would have been sitting at the cottage doing nothing the whole time. Company's company."
"I have to get the place ready for when everyone else comes up." She offered. "And I enjoy being alone sometime. Reading, thinking... napping."
They both chuckled at that. Although his was more of a chortle. He would call it a chortle. Chortling involved much more guttural noises and the nose in some way. That's how he felt every time he had ever read the word anyway.
The laughter was an inside joke. I'm telling you this, the reader, because you wouldn't get it otherwise. Maybe you would, but I won't be telling you the inside joke. That's up for you to either figure out or create for yourself. Welcome to my world.
They drove in silence for a few minutes. Relative silence, anyway. The 4-cylinder engine was firing on all cylinders. Which was important because one of the cylinders had been getting stuck recently until he had convinced her to bring the car in to a mechanic. She had hesitated because her father had always taken care of that. But he was away again for work, this time to Europe for a month. He had found that strange, that her father had worked like that for most of her life. But he was a good man as far as he could tell. Every interaction he had with him had felt genuine, and he had always seemed interested to know his daughter's friends lives and interests. For instance, he had heard about his woodworking with Tim, and had asked with interest about the projects he was taking on.
They drove in silence for a few minutes. Relative silence, anyway. The 4-cylinder engine was firing on all cylinders. Which was important because one of the cylinders had been getting stuck recently until he had convinced her to bring the car in to a mechanic. She had hesitated because her father had always taken care of that. But he was away again for work, this time to Europe for a month. He had found that strange, that her father had worked like that for most of her life. But he was a good man as far as he could tell. Every interaction he had with him had felt genuine, and he had always seemed interested to know his daughter's friends lives and interests. For instance, he had heard about his woodworking with Tim, and had asked with interest about the projects he was taking on.
"So are you excited for the weekend!" She suddenly exclaimed, bringing him out of the moment of distracted reflection.
"Yeah sure. I mean, Yeah. Sure." He breathed a laugh this time. He knew he didn't sound convincing. She had always been the more bubbly excitable one. He had just always been brooding and occasionally flash-mob angry.
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