11-25-2017, 10:36 PM
There was plenty that Margot would have liked to say to rebuttal his interjections, but she did not. Instead she quietly sucked at an eye tooth and cupped her hand to her other elbow and settled her weight onto one leg and bare foot over the other as she settled herself to make an ominous silhouette in her window while watching the landscape and continuing the immaculately and intentionally (supernaturally) timed and executed phone call.
"Mm," is her response at first, a thoughtful noise before she continued careful as she had done when she'd first answered the call. "I imagine you can find my house. That you already know where it is. Don't go there."
A pause on her own end, and then, inquisitively: "When will you get to Denver?" Careful to say the city's name, and not 'here', though she's already explained to herself aloud that he probably already knew exactly where the hell she was.
"Mm," is her response at first, a thoughtful noise before she continued careful as she had done when she'd first answered the call. "I imagine you can find my house. That you already know where it is. Don't go there."
A pause on her own end, and then, inquisitively: "When will you get to Denver?" Careful to say the city's name, and not 'here', though she's already explained to herself aloud that he probably already knew exactly where the hell she was.