She nodded, briefly, as she contined making her way past him, walking backwards toward the door, hand behind her back.
"The mother."
Roland's mother, maybe. Or Alain's. She wouldn't ever admit it to Bert, of course, but she did sometimes zone out during those stories about the good old days or whatever they had been.
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Date: 2013-05-11 01:30 pm (UTC)"The mother."
Roland's mother, maybe. Or Alain's. She wouldn't ever admit it to Bert, of course, but she did sometimes zone out during those stories about the good old days or whatever they had been.