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The book of love is long and boring
Vervain's suggestion made Sam pause; he'd not even considered advertising for a roommate, but perhaps the idea wasn't awful. There was space above his shop that he hadn't yet looked at, but with some work it might be able to fit two rooms and a communal space...slowly he nodded, a hint of a smile coming through as he let himself imagine it might even work out. "That's a good idea. I'd have to try and vet who came in, though...I don't want just anybody. I was scared, when I first came here...there's a lot of..."
Searching for a kind word, Sam stirred his tea, watching the swirling liquid and sucking on his teeth. "...ne'er-do-wells."
Every time Vervain gently, kindly reminded him of something or comforted him, Sam wondered if this was what it would have been like to have an active mother in his life; someone who cared, who wanted to help. Someone he felt safe with. "I suppose...it just sometimes feels like everyone else has things much more together than I do. I thought by now I'd be married, maybe with children...that I'd have an established business, that I'd be happy..." He sighed and shook his head, feeling that despite Vervain's motherly presence, he was probably going on too much.
"Anyway, um..." Looking about the kitchen, Sam tried to think of a topic. "How's Felix?"
Searching for a kind word, Sam stirred his tea, watching the swirling liquid and sucking on his teeth. "...ne'er-do-wells."
Every time Vervain gently, kindly reminded him of something or comforted him, Sam wondered if this was what it would have been like to have an active mother in his life; someone who cared, who wanted to help. Someone he felt safe with. "I suppose...it just sometimes feels like everyone else has things much more together than I do. I thought by now I'd be married, maybe with children...that I'd have an established business, that I'd be happy..." He sighed and shook his head, feeling that despite Vervain's motherly presence, he was probably going on too much.
"Anyway, um..." Looking about the kitchen, Sam tried to think of a topic. "How's Felix?"
No one can lift the damn thing
