07-07-2013, 09:31 AM
May/June 2013
"Let me come with you, Winnie. Graduation's in a couple days and I'll be eighteen a week after that. I'm only wait listed at Colorado Film School, but I could get a job and help you out and stuff, then reapply next year. You know it'd be awesome, the two of us! And you're staying until after my birthday anyway, right?"
Winona watched the youngest of her (near) adult half-siblings with fond amusement tinged with a bit of exasperation; he was filming her as he spoke, 'interviewing' her as she packed, and had already gotten under foot a time or two while going for some obscure angle or another. "I've got no problem with you tagging along if it's okay with the family, Milo, but I'm going to see my mom and cousins for awhile before I stop in Denver. Talk to your dad about it and let me know, yeah?"
"He's your dad, too." This came from the younger kinfolk with a huff, subtle but there. "And you're like him, maybe . . ."
"I'm nothing like him."
Milo raised an eyebrow that Winona chose to ignore; she had no desire to fight with her favorite half-brother this close to leaving the family (potentially for good). It helped, of course, that he had the sense to change the subject immediately. "I'd like to meet your other family - I mean, you came from them. They must be pretty great."
"Let me come with you, Winnie. Graduation's in a couple days and I'll be eighteen a week after that. I'm only wait listed at Colorado Film School, but I could get a job and help you out and stuff, then reapply next year. You know it'd be awesome, the two of us! And you're staying until after my birthday anyway, right?"
Winona watched the youngest of her (near) adult half-siblings with fond amusement tinged with a bit of exasperation; he was filming her as he spoke, 'interviewing' her as she packed, and had already gotten under foot a time or two while going for some obscure angle or another. "I've got no problem with you tagging along if it's okay with the family, Milo, but I'm going to see my mom and cousins for awhile before I stop in Denver. Talk to your dad about it and let me know, yeah?"
"He's your dad, too." This came from the younger kinfolk with a huff, subtle but there. "And you're like him, maybe . . ."
"I'm nothing like him."
Milo raised an eyebrow that Winona chose to ignore; she had no desire to fight with her favorite half-brother this close to leaving the family (potentially for good). It helped, of course, that he had the sense to change the subject immediately. "I'd like to meet your other family - I mean, you came from them. They must be pretty great."