LOREN
Apparently, Phoebe had indeed heard Loren’s whispered response. Guess they were talking about this now. As she commented how difficult that must’ve been, he turned, keeping one hand on the table, and gave her a hard look. ”You think?” Very difficult was the understatement of the century, and he looked more than a little like the dark and crazed man he’d been the last time she’d seen him. Thankfully, his voice and his expression wasn’t cold and angry, just unamused.
He’d already talked to a lot of people about many aspects of his past, and it hadn’t helped, at least not that he’d noticed. However, they had to pass the time before the boys went to bed—or until the bread rose, depending on if she insisted on waiting for that—somehow. If she really wanted the summoner’s deep dark past, hopefully she could handle it. ”Not exactly. It just reminded me about how...different my own childhood was.” That was also the understatement of the century, though he supposed there could only be one.
He’d already talked to a lot of people about many aspects of his past, and it hadn’t helped, at least not that he’d noticed. However, they had to pass the time before the boys went to bed—or until the bread rose, depending on if she insisted on waiting for that—somehow. If she really wanted the summoner’s deep dark past, hopefully she could handle it. ”Not exactly. It just reminded me about how...different my own childhood was.” That was also the understatement of the century, though he supposed there could only be one.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
