Rena brightened when Henry mentioned ancient Roman and Greek geography.
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"You know,I never thought of it that way, but it is only logical that history repeat itself with architecture as well." she said.
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"Where I live is referred to as the suburbs. Meaning suburban life. On the outskirts of the city it is believed to be more civilized. Like you're still?IN things while being OUT of them just a little bit, you know?? Mom's lab is in the city and she and Dad only have to drive for like 10 minutes to get there so, not that far," she said with a small shrug.
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"Grand Dad bought the house over a century ago I think and he likes to be there as it affords him privacy."
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She hesitated, her expression showing openly that she was considering before speaking. "He doesn't look like everyone else, he is very tall, and people have been unkind in the past. No one in the family believes it would be so now, but Grandfather does not trust society as a whole."
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She realized that she'd mentioned her grandfather being around to buy a house over a century ago and nearly cursed but instead opted to explain.? "I did tell you that we're all different, you included. I refer to the fact my grandfather is so old," she explained.
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When Henry spoke of studying the dead Rena gave a shudder, making a face.
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"They must smell horrid! Mom can freeze them, so they're trick to work with as a result, but at least they don't smell like anything but those nasty preservative chemicals that she uses."
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She knew he would wonder how freezing was possible, and that was good. It would give him more to consider when she explained things later. She hoped he'd notice that she had replied to his statements of fascination with the dead and studying them without batting an eye. She had been calm, as if people spoke of such things daily in her presence, which most of the time was the case.?
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As he spoke of the custodian, Rena found her attention moving suddenly?to something completely relevant.
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"Lanion is married? I thought you were all single. You him and Utterson."
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She frowned. "Interesting..."
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She spoke half to herself. Had that changed? And why? Then again she'd never asked Jekyll if everything written in his book was true. She shrugged.
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"Nevermind. If the wife knows something I can surely get it out of her with my boundless and usually nonexistent American curiosity," she quipped.
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"I assume you will want your bride to meet your good friends, after all, so we'll have opportunity soon enough."
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At that, she couldn't help moving closer and kissing him. The idea of being his, no matter the year, was always uplifting to the point of intoxication. She had never felt specifically proud until him, but it certainly wasn't the only new feeling he had introduced.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat