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Nov. 19th, 2007 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdMy slip Family-Of-Origin Issues are showing again...
He watched a family, the daughters clearly related by their pretty mother, walk along. The older girl, maybe seventeen and very tall, wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and a couple of necklaces, hung back, as if not wishing to be seen. He watched the father, a small man with the look of someone who is despised and can't quite figure out why, as he walked holding the younger girl's hand. When the man opened his mouth, his nasal whine carried clear across the midway and Torturo understood the look of loathing on the older girl's face. She said something, too low to be heard. The man cut her off with a snarled word and a slashing gesture. The pretty woman moved a little down the way and pretended she couldn't hear it. The look of fear that the man would notice she was there was clear on her face. Torturo saw the man's eyes shift to her, and then over the curves of her daughter.
The girl rolled her eyes and looked around as her family walked on. She spotted Torturo in his booth and her eyebrows went up. He winked at her. She smiled and hurried to catch up. He saw the man slow, dropping behind. As he watched, the man took a sidelong glance to get the girl's position. When she was almost in range, he stopped and slammed his elbow back in a movement that would look accidental to anyone not watching the whole drama.
The girl had seen him slowing and matched him at the last instant, stopping out of range of his elbow. When he whirled on her in a fury, she smirked and said something clearly nasty that made the little man's ears go red. He stalked off to catch up to his wife and younger daughter.
She caught Torturo looking and winked back.
He watched a family, the daughters clearly related by their pretty mother, walk along. The older girl, maybe seventeen and very tall, wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and a couple of necklaces, hung back, as if not wishing to be seen. He watched the father, a small man with the look of someone who is despised and can't quite figure out why, as he walked holding the younger girl's hand. When the man opened his mouth, his nasal whine carried clear across the midway and Torturo understood the look of loathing on the older girl's face. She said something, too low to be heard. The man cut her off with a snarled word and a slashing gesture. The pretty woman moved a little down the way and pretended she couldn't hear it. The look of fear that the man would notice she was there was clear on her face. Torturo saw the man's eyes shift to her, and then over the curves of her daughter.
The girl rolled her eyes and looked around as her family walked on. She spotted Torturo in his booth and her eyebrows went up. He winked at her. She smiled and hurried to catch up. He saw the man slow, dropping behind. As he watched, the man took a sidelong glance to get the girl's position. When she was almost in range, he stopped and slammed his elbow back in a movement that would look accidental to anyone not watching the whole drama.
The girl had seen him slowing and matched him at the last instant, stopping out of range of his elbow. When he whirled on her in a fury, she smirked and said something clearly nasty that made the little man's ears go red. He stalked off to catch up to his wife and younger daughter.
She caught Torturo looking and winked back.
