!!!
(What?!)
Uh. Well, guess you’re coming back to Uncle Godot’s. That ok with Pearl central? Good. [Without an answer or time for protest, Godot slides off his coat and huddles it around the poor girl.] Here, you’re practically a snowman.
!!
Oh-
Um…
I suppose that’s better than sleeping on the streets. I guess I wasn’t really thinking when I ran away I just….
[She sniffles and pulls the warm coat closer around her shoulders. She really is feeling quite cold, now that he mentions it.]
Thank you…
[The image of a little girl rifling through his things and sorting them doesn’t exactly instill the feeling of gratitude...
[Pearl sets the dishes that she’d been carefully collecting down on the ground and walks back over to the couch. Not...