Don't use the N word

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

He apologizes, but she knows her brother, and it’s not real. His reality is that long, heavy sigh. It is the fear he cannot shake, the fear that she cannot live beneath. They have become two very different people, and it hurts in some ways, but she cannot stop him from growing up, from changing. She cannot turn him into the little boy that jumped out of closets at them. He had earned his worries, after all. Weaver just never lived by such things.

”Well you will be here to remind me not to be a fool,” she says, stopping her work to look at him for a moment. They could balance each other out, if nothing else. He is the voice of reason, the kill-joy, the keeper of their safety. She is the adventurer, the reckless wanderer, the symbol of a very different life.

Weaver returns to her work, pulling a knife out of her belt to start carving the bird. ”Let’s finish these and we can make some dinner. And I’ll start a batch of your favorite jerky.” It is an olive branch, at least. It is the best she can offer, for she cannot be who he wants.

(finished)

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden