[wm] 91.2.a - henrik ibsen quote

What we have inherited from our fathers and mothers is not all that 'walks in us.' There are all sorts of dead ideas and lifeless old beliefs. They have no tangibility, but they haunt us all the same and we can not get rid of them. Whenever I take up a newspaper I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. Ghosts must be all over the country, as thick as the sands of the sea.

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“You marry her, and you marry her quickly.”

Tommy looked up from the diaper bag he was packing to find his aunt standing in the doorway with a strange expression on her face. In the warm, weathered features that still held so much beauty, he saw more pain that he could imagine his sweet, vivacious aunt ever feeling.

“Aunt Zeph?...”

“Tommy…you know how we lost your uncle, moro?”

“Before I knew about the power? Massive stroke…after? He died fighting for the Fraternity.” He replied, dropping the spit rag in his hand and moving to sit on the edge of the guest room bed. “Why? What’s going on?”

( Zephyr Fotilas sighed as she moved into the room and sank down to sit beside him, perched daintily on the edge with her hands on her knees. So delicate, too delicate, but in the knotted hands that curled into her slacks he saw all the strength he only wished he had. )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 826

Someone at home's pissed at me.

We walk through the door, and there's a huge pile of shit waiting for us in the foyer. Dad's been feeding the animals while I was gone, so had to have happened today.

Future reference: don't warn the furry children when we're coming home. They'll plan revenge on us for being away so long.

Translation? We're back in Vegas, Zee's getting used to the new house...and Sassy? You better haul your ass over here to say hello before Zee starts making cannolis and makes my waistline disappear.