[ It's so easy to continue giving him such non-answers that reveal a little but not much about her. But he tells her of a farm station, and all she can think about is Pachina, her aunt's chickens, and the dirt beneath her nails her mother used to resent. Did he ever have dirt beneath his nails? Did he ever get to make his hands so dirty his mother would scrub them clean until his skin was red?
But she doesn't wish to speak of Pachina. That's in the past—dead, gone, buried. Instead - ]
My aunt had chickens. [ She glances down for a moment, ignoring the food despite it being a perfect way to distract herself. (If she does that, he'll give her another one of those looks.) ] She had a very small farm. You probably would've found it overwhelming—I don't think there was algae, but she liked growing strawberries, peppers, and potatoes.
[ Many things. She should've opened a vegetable shop instead of tea. Zoya looks at Murphy, curious. ] Have you ever had them?
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But she doesn't wish to speak of Pachina. That's in the past—dead, gone, buried. Instead - ]
My aunt had chickens. [ She glances down for a moment, ignoring the food despite it being a perfect way to distract herself. (If she does that, he'll give her another one of those looks.) ] She had a very small farm. You probably would've found it overwhelming—I don't think there was algae, but she liked growing strawberries, peppers, and potatoes.
[ Many things. She should've opened a vegetable shop instead of tea. Zoya looks at Murphy, curious. ] Have you ever had them?