"Oh, there are days, some days..." started Geraldine, and Sergio leaned forward on the spindly red chair in his eagerness and quite purposely forgot his urge to pee. But Geraldine drifted away. There was a piece of paper in her hands and a hole forming in the back of her cardigan.
"Hey there!" called out Sergio, so far forward now that he was having trouble keeping his eyes on her patterned shoes. "What are the some days?" he asked desperately.
Geraldine drifted away from Sergio and his obtrusive leather pants. She gazed about the room in all it's cluttered glory and scorned everything she saw. Rolled up parchment, hah! What on earth is that supposed to do? Five-foot-tall feathers? Caramel-coloured boots? Five pairs! A ski mask, well, when the hell have we ever gone skiing?
"Gerdy!" Sergio called again.
She drifted through the study and out into the living room, muttering about things under her breath and berating other things in her brain, just as harsh, and she ignored Sergio altogether. But then: Sergio, she thought suddenly, as if a strong wind had rushed up and blown everything about him into her head. Sunshine and sparkles and things that light up.
"Oh. No..." she said quietly. She was in the hall now, at the entrance, staring at the front door. There was a panel of glass built in and it was glowing with the sun.
"No... I couldn't..."
"Come on Gerd!" shouted Sergio. "I'm almost on the floor! Come back and tell me!"
Things that light up.
She pushed her heart back down, opened the front door, and quite positively drifted away, just as Sergio fell.
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