She left one for Arthur first. It felt right. But she can't leave nothing for her other parent, the man she remembers as dad, even if the title came to him later than Arthur.
She almost knocks, but she's too afraid. He hasn't said anything, Arthur hasn't said anything, John said Arthur needed space--
It occurs to her that she had no idea what to call Lester if it's not 'dad.' She doesn't actually know if that's his name. Which is its own fresh kind of guilt.
She can't make herself knock. But unlike Arthur, if Sheehan is home, he might see the little folded-up shapes made from a newspaper she found in the Lounge as she pushes them under the door. Shapes in the secret language the three of them shared, that she started making up in the months after joining the circus, to leave Arthur messages he'd be able to 'read.'
It's a little bit of floss threaded through three folded paper scraps, showing the order they're supposed to be translated in.
the day after the breach;
She almost knocks, but she's too afraid. He hasn't said anything, Arthur hasn't said anything, John said Arthur needed space--
It occurs to her that she had no idea what to call Lester if it's not 'dad.' She doesn't actually know if that's his name. Which is its own fresh kind of guilt.
She can't make herself knock. But unlike Arthur, if Sheehan is home, he might see the little folded-up shapes made from a newspaper she found in the Lounge as she pushes them under the door. Shapes in the secret language the three of them shared, that she started making up in the months after joining the circus, to leave Arthur messages he'd be able to 'read.'
It's a little bit of floss threaded through three folded paper scraps, showing the order they're supposed to be translated in.
I'm scared. I'm sorry. Are you angry?