“Do you remember your Father, Ora?”
Ora stopped the process of cleaning and seemed to fall back into whatever small snippets of memories she had. She remembered her brother... Short black hair and a personality that screamed about how he was going to be a cocky perfectionist. Her Mother was but an elegant silhouette in her mind and that was all she really needed.
But her Father... Tall. Broad shoulders and always wore suits. An aristocrat at his finest with a well filled out beard and mustache. He was strong, proud and hopeful that his two children would become something great.
She wondered if he was rolling in his grave at how she and her brother had become.
“I do, yeah.”
“Do you miss him...?”
“Course I do, Geist. Why wouldn’t I?”
“You just... Never really talk about your family.”
“...Nothing much to say really. Best to let the dead rest after all...”
