my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
”You know what? Nevermind— it wasn’t important.” She was engaged in something that looked of importance, perhaps fixing a car part. “Is there something wrong with the Satomobile?”
He hadn’t meant to disturb her work, he was just b̲o̲r̲e̲d̲.
She only raises an eyebrow in response
and doesn’t push the subject. If he wanted
to talk about something, he would. And,
admittedly, she was a bit distracted with her
current problem.
"That’s what I’m trying to figure out.
But first, I need to get this stupid bolt
off. I don’t know whose bright idea it
was to weld it on, but I'm giving them
an earful for it.“
