(you don’t want to tell her what you think: that right now is about as the same as you can remember, folk killing other folk over the same shit they been killing each other over for centuries. except now it’s got an uglier face. a more desperate hint to it. but there ain’t nobody out there trying to keep things the same, no matter what their intentions might have been at the beginning.)
“okay. yeah, i think i can manage that.”
god, she’s so much like sarah sometimes it aches in places you forgot existed. that cavity of your chest feels close to caving in sometimes in a way it hasn’t since – well. well, just since.
“before, we had these places you could go to and get real lessons. from professionals, y’know. they were - community centres, mostly? think maybe you would’ve liked that.”
when this is all done, he could teach you how to swim. when this is all over, you could find a quiet place where you two won’t be bothered and he wouldn’t have to lug you around on a wooden pallet because the sight of water that you can only see pitch black in makes you uneasy. the goddamn water. you don’t mean to sound presumptuous, even in your own head, but when this is all done, you two can be left the fuck alone and you’re better with a gun every time you’ve gotta use it, and you hear your heart thumping hard and fast in your ears before you know what’s happening.
“it was someone’s job to teach people how to swim?” you like it when he tells you about before -- how people went to school even when they were old, and how the old posters, bleached in the sun and blowing, tattered in the wind showed a completely different side to whatever you’ve heard about before before.
“man, that sounds like a weird job. did you guys have people to tie your shoelaces too?”
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