Dec 26, 2018 17:16:28 GMT
Post by Yates on Dec 26, 2018 17:16:28 GMT
Sev watched Ricky with her family and while happy he was uneasy. He knew his being here put them all at risk well nominally. But bullets tended to be dumb and heedless. He knew there was a huge amount of tradition for these New Orleans émigré’s yet what exactly was their deal he couldn’t pin down. No one could be as happy, argumentative, and blatantly loving as they were. At least not in his world. He’d tried to figure it out during their Halloween party and yet all he got was drunker than he had ever been.
It was why he was protecting his cup, sipping as if it was the last drink on earth, and staying clear of her aunt. The woman was all of five foot nothing and could drink four times her weight in rum. Fool me once shame, just shame he thought.
He squinted as Ricky was once more having a heated conversation with her mother. He knew if he approached they would each fume and storm away. Whenever they argued it was as if it was a matter only for them, yet he again noticed he wasn’t the only one watching with some attention. Clearly this was a fight that went back years and only boiled over every once in a while. He witnessed three of these spats so far and for the life of him could never get close enough to offer aid. Though in truth curiosity was getting the best of him as of late. How did a non-operator like Ricky have a nearly supernatural ability to keep her own counsel to protect her own secrets and be open inviting yet as solidly closed off as if she were born to tradecraft.
He knew the answer was staring him in the face yet he couldn’t see the whole picture. It was what made it so maddening. She knew nothing of his actual job. She knew nothing of his actual family. She knew only what he’d let her in on which was long and short nothing that could ever come back and bite him in the ass. She on the other hand had allowed him in. He had all of her passcodes, he knew most of her family, all of those who regularly made it out her families functions. She let him on why the history of New Orleans as an extension of Mardi Gras was important to her family and her. Yet there was so much more that was there I plain view yet hidden.
What ever he asked he got a prompt honest response. Which was why it was such a mystery the feeling that sometimes made his hair stand on end. There was a secret he was privy to yet couldn’t grasp.
It was why he was protecting his cup, sipping as if it was the last drink on earth, and staying clear of her aunt. The woman was all of five foot nothing and could drink four times her weight in rum. Fool me once shame, just shame he thought.
He squinted as Ricky was once more having a heated conversation with her mother. He knew if he approached they would each fume and storm away. Whenever they argued it was as if it was a matter only for them, yet he again noticed he wasn’t the only one watching with some attention. Clearly this was a fight that went back years and only boiled over every once in a while. He witnessed three of these spats so far and for the life of him could never get close enough to offer aid. Though in truth curiosity was getting the best of him as of late. How did a non-operator like Ricky have a nearly supernatural ability to keep her own counsel to protect her own secrets and be open inviting yet as solidly closed off as if she were born to tradecraft.
He knew the answer was staring him in the face yet he couldn’t see the whole picture. It was what made it so maddening. She knew nothing of his actual job. She knew nothing of his actual family. She knew only what he’d let her in on which was long and short nothing that could ever come back and bite him in the ass. She on the other hand had allowed him in. He had all of her passcodes, he knew most of her family, all of those who regularly made it out her families functions. She let him on why the history of New Orleans as an extension of Mardi Gras was important to her family and her. Yet there was so much more that was there I plain view yet hidden.
What ever he asked he got a prompt honest response. Which was why it was such a mystery the feeling that sometimes made his hair stand on end. There was a secret he was privy to yet couldn’t grasp.
