"Mm," she acknowledged, bent over her foot. "You're weak if you let it shame you, friend."
"Weak isn't the half of it," he turned away. He said too much, and it almost came across rude.
Claura stood up herself. She picked up her dress with one hand as she moved around the room. "Don't let your dress drag on the ground. It'll soil it."
“How am I supposed to do that when cleaning with two hands?” Adeen was puzzled.
Claura turned on her heel. "You won't be cleaning when you are out," she responded.
“There is that.” Adeen thought for a moment. She only needed to wear dresses when she was out. But there was a bigger problem at hand.
"A big fish ate your arm." She said, her voice loud and brash. She reached for the clear liquor bottle. "So. I don't care how it happened. Quit acting a martyr, man, and don't succumb to exploitation. Oddity does not permit lineance." She unscrewed the bottle and dampened the rag.
Jintao bit his lip. He had been passing around that lie ever since he lost his arm and Tay was the first person he wished knew that was false. The moments of his awful past began haunting him. He closed his eyes, but that never worked to chase anything away. What was it about her that seemed to bring things up like this?
"How dare I, indeed," Tay muttered, watching through her bangs as the old woman left the kitchen. She stood and limped with silent feet to the rich cabinetry, then opened the doors and searched the shelves. She made no sound, taking quick inventory before hobbling back to the oven with a muffled groan.
