Nary a question to ask, she ignores his reply, voice lowering. ] You probably just have a headache still, or maybe... [ she can't help herself ] you remember something about yourself that doesn't apply to everyone. But maybe it does to me, too. And maybe it's about something that shouldn't be talked about in the middle of town.
[ There. That's tactful. Isn't it? Is she doing the tact thing correctly? ]
We'll find out which house you live at when we get to the sheriff's station, too. Maybe we can ask 'em if someone else is there with you. You might be alone. [ That wouldn't be darkly poetic, at all, Malia. Shush, girl. He ain't. But does the sheriff disclose such information? Why the hell wouldn't be? ]
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Nary a question to ask, she ignores his reply, voice lowering. ] You probably just have a headache still, or maybe... [ she can't help herself ] you remember something about yourself that doesn't apply to everyone. But maybe it does to me, too. And maybe it's about something that shouldn't be talked about in the middle of town.
[ There. That's tactful. Isn't it? Is she doing the tact thing correctly? ]
We'll find out which house you live at when we get to the sheriff's station, too. Maybe we can ask 'em if someone else is there with you. You might be alone. [ That wouldn't be darkly poetic, at all, Malia. Shush, girl. He ain't. But does the sheriff disclose such information? Why the hell wouldn't be? ]