[ Claudia watches him from the corner of the room that she's bundled into, arms wrapped around her legs, knees pulled to her chest. Her silence accounts for the fact that she's trying to decide how best to make herself known to him, whether she ought to play the little girl or dispense with the charade, her fourteen-year-old appearance notwithstanding.
He starts to talk to himself, which she thinks is awfully stupid of him. He hasn't even looked around – anyone could be in here with him. A bloodthirsty woman with the body of a child, for example. The little girl it is. ]
froth-corrupted lungs.
He starts to talk to himself, which she thinks is awfully stupid of him. He hasn't even looked around – anyone could be in here with him. A bloodthirsty woman with the body of a child, for example. The little girl it is. ]
Mister, did you get caught in that fog?