So you should do what you can, and enjoy what you can.” “.You’re a weird girl, Kestral. “Either way, I can only tell you how to live your life when it’s convenient to me. It’s not exactly good comfort, but I’m not super good at comforting. “You were so desperate for something that you moved into the house of a woman who didn’t have a house.” When I point that out, he winces. And better not to touch it I know I wouldn’t want someone poking around about my parents. Still… I get the feeling that it’s still kind of a wound with him. I mean, I guess he probably did, but if you told me he’d been born in a chemical accident at a whoopie cushion factory, I’d have given about the same response: seems legit. “ I turned out OK striking it out on my own, didn’t I?” You know, I’d never thought of Zest as having folks. He pushed his food around his plate, even as it's perfectly tasty. A few.” “We all have our own accomplishments, Zest.” “Don’t say it like that!.They’re probably better off without a dad to fight the whole way." He stares forlornly, his usual smile just an abrupt twist in his lips. “How many kids you’ve never met is this?” “.Um. Let’s maybe not - let’s maybe not worry about that, right now!” He tries to stop me, as if I could be restrained by mere human hands. But hey! The crowds are starting to like my style!” “And you’ve had a kid with a normal name, if the message on our answering machine is right.” “.Heh. He is my friend… He adds, clearly too satisfied, “.I had to. He is my friend, I will not pour this tumbler onto his head. “A decent house, we’re both advancing in our work, I’m done an aspiration.A wonderful wife… A perfect boy…” “And me, right?” … “Sure, Zest.” “Say it like you mean it! Put some, heh - Zest into it.” He is my friend, I will not pour the contents of this tumbler onto his head. I take a little bow of my head, all humility. A round of applause!” He says it with an almost teasing laugh, but he claps anyway.
“We’ve come pretty far, haven’t we, Zest?” “We really have.
And so I spend a moment relaxing with, well, someone who was kind of my first friend in this.
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