Awful. Fucking. Silence.
Dammit, Aunt Pari!Why did she ask that? He was clearly uncomfortable. I debated rushing around the van and making up some excuse to interrupt. But then he finally spoke up.
“Jane’s my girl. I was there the night she was born, and I was there a few years later when her mother died. I changed her diapers, rocked her to sleep, and helped her with her homework. And since I won’t be paying attention to gossip about Fen or Eddie or even Serj, then maybe you shouldn’t pay attention to gossip about Jane. As long as no one’s getting hurt, let ’em be.”
Hell yeah! Ten points for the Henry Rollins fan.
Just let us be.
No one was getting hurt. How could you get hurt when you weren’t doing anything wrong?
Fen Sarafian:
Hello
Jane Marlow:
Hello yourself
Fen Sarafian:
So… What are you doing tonight?
Jane Marlow:
Watching TV in the domestics’ rec room. You?
Fen Sarafian:
Sitting in a barn, wondering what you’re doing
Jane Marlow:
Barn???
Fen Sarafian:
Long story. Do you ever leave the lodge at night?
Or is that forbidden?
Jane Marlow:
Don’t know. Never had access to a car until this summer
Fen Sarafian:
Some of us have newly repaired vehicles, thanks to cool dads
What if I picked you up? There’s a music collector I’d like you to meet
No Double Deuce, but you’ll like him, I think
Track [17] “Is This What You Wanted”/Leonard Cohen
Jane
I’d been to my fairshare of sketchy back door club entrances with Dad, tagging along when he picked up Mad Dog from some meeting with a band, or sitting backstage with Velvet while we watched a musician rehearse for a live album that her dad was recording.
