Sep 27, 2015
“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”
Radmila was trying so hard. So. Damn. Hard. She went back to school, she stopped drinking, smoking even, she was coming clean. Or something. Anyway, it made Ruth beam at her over her bowl of cereal in the morning and that’s what mattered.
Well, that and money. Which didn’t exactly come from her Art History degree-in-process, and even though Ruth was brilliant enough to figure out something, Radmila didn’t want her to have to do so. She just wanted Ruth to stay carefree and happy... which meant she couldn’t tell her everything.
“I’m experimenting with unconventional materials” she improvised, fingers carding through her hair. “Like, bleach. Acetone. Chloroform.”