Some might say, lol!
But I’m sure they don’t mean it nicely.
Lucky:
Screw them. What do they know?
Dollancie:
People don’t like different.
A glance over my shoulder shows Ambrose—the definition of different—in the yard, his phone pointed at Bubbles. Bubbles who still hasn’t had that bath. Those photos—assuming he’s taking them—will be full of character. As if he feels my eyes on him, his head turns, and I force myself to look away.
Lucky:
Most don’t. That’s true.
People are assholes.
Dollancie:
They are. I get a lot of side-eyes.
However, my family died graphically and tragically.
So, those side-eyes could also be pity.
Lucky:
Is that something you wanna talk about?
Dollancie:
I don’t know if I should tell you. I’ve shamed myself enough.
Lucky:
You can tell me anything, but it’s okay if you’re not ready.
Dollancie:
Okay.
So, you know my name is Dollancie.
I’m Dollancie La’Darragh.
Do you recognize the name?
Lucky:
Your brother went to prison for the murder of your parents. That’s why things between you are closed off?
Dollancie:
The situation with my brother is complicated, which is just one reason people think I’m weird AF.
And I’m sure you do now, too.
