塞姆利亚文库 #3短篇 （空之轨迹短小说）(11)
Clack, clack, clack! Their silverware played an awful musical number with every smack on their plates, each note ringing with a hint more irritation than the last.
‘And I say we keep it,’ she said, her stiff tone implying that any other plans he dared to present would be, to put it delicately, stupid. Think of all the history you’re abandoning. Fifty years!’
‘And for thirty-three of those years, I hated that damn place,’ he snapped between chewing cuts of lamb. After swallowing, he added, ‘Who’s going to run it? I sure ain’t, and you’re no carpenter.’
‘Sure, but selling it won’t help you escape from your father’s shadow.’ Ouch. There was that sharp tongue of hers. He really did adore it…when his old man wasn’t the topic of discussion. ‘We’re keeping it.’
‘No, we aren’t. That place is mine, and I can do whatever I want with it. And what I want to do is wash my hands of the thing for good!’ He swallowed another healthy chunk of lamb, then clack! went his knife.
‘You say to think about the history. What about the mira? Think about THAT. I’ll bet we could go live it up at the casinos in Crossbell City for weeks off of one brick!’
‘And I say we keep it,’ she said, her stiff tone implying that any other plans he dared to present would be, to put it delicately, stupid. Think of all the history you’re abandoning. Fifty years!’
‘And for thirty-three of those years, I hated that damn place,’ he snapped between chewing cuts of lamb. After swallowing, he added, ‘Who’s going to run it? I sure ain’t, and you’re no carpenter.’
‘Sure, but selling it won’t help you escape from your father’s shadow.’ Ouch. There was that sharp tongue of hers. He really did adore it…when his old man wasn’t the topic of discussion. ‘We’re keeping it.’
‘No, we aren’t. That place is mine, and I can do whatever I want with it. And what I want to do is wash my hands of the thing for good!’ He swallowed another healthy chunk of lamb, then clack! went his knife.
‘You say to think about the history. What about the mira? Think about THAT. I’ll bet we could go live it up at the casinos in Crossbell City for weeks off of one brick!’
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