Page 53 of The Feud


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Thor: I’m… kind of from all over. I was just passing through and happened to be at that restaurant you were at. Guess you didn’t see me.

Luna: Why didn’t you come say hi?

Thor: Figured it might be better to get to know each other a little more first.

Luna: Not a bad idea. So… are you a traveling man?

Thor: Sort of.

Luna: Well aren’t you mysterious with your short answers. Tell me something unique about yourself.

Thor: First, answer my question.

Luna: Cheeky. What question?

Thor: This one. If you could choose a musical instrument, which would it be: trumpet, flute, violin, or oboe?

Luna: Violin, probably.

Thor: Ha! I knew it.

Luna: What does that mean?

Thor: It means… you like to be played like an instrument. You’re a pleaser.

It’s silly, honestly. I got it from a Cosmo quiz.

Luna: If it’s from Cosmo, then obviously it’s 100% true science.

Thor: Obviously. So what’s your plan, like in life? What’s your dream--if you could live your wildest dream, what would it be?

I have to set down the phone for a moment.

It’s absolutely incredible, but I realize that no one has asked me that…maybe ever?

I think back to college at Greene State.

Sure, some of my girlfriends asked me what I wanted to study. But no one had asked me about my own dreams. Ever, that I can remember. I have to think for a moment about what I might actually want. Thor’s comment forces me to reflect.

Then, I see an old stack of notebooks in the attic from when I was a little girl. I didn’t have any siblings, so I would keep busy up here.

I open one of the spiral notebooks and smile.

It’s a page of the “Easton Times,” the newspaper I used to create and give to my parents when I was a little girl.

I open the first page, and it’s got everything. A hot gossip column. Neighborhood news section. The sports section.

All articles written in messy seven year old pencil writing, by myself.

And then, there’s my favorite section--the Sunday comics.

It’s rudimentary, but I’ve got the three box structure down.

I collapse back on the bed upstairs in the attic.

Luna: This is kind of nerdy of me. I’m wrapping up my journalism degree this year, but I think in my heart I always wanted to be a comic book writer.

Thor: That’s so cool