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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 16, 2015 11:54:00 GMT
"Tabby....Tabby...are you coming? C'mon, the water looks great!"
Tabitha looked up from the her notebook. The little pond on the grounds did look inviting. Cold though. This time of year it would be cold. There was ice on the pond.
"Tabby, it'll be fun. Why are you always so boring?"
Not real. She wasn't real. Never was. Well, not never. Wasn't now though. You just had to know how to look. Real ones were different. They had something different.
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 16, 2015 12:04:33 GMT
"Good afternoon Tabitha."
Grace Cantor approached almost noiselessly. It was a cold morning and she was wearing a long coat over her usual formal ensemble. "Are you enjoying the grounds?"
The girl looked preoccupied, attending to an internal focus. She might not even have noticed the cold.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 16, 2015 12:08:34 GMT
"Lots of light out here." Tabitha answered. She looked just behind the healer and added another tick to the corner of the notebook.
By the pond, the other girl pouted. "Awww, now you're just going to talk to her instead?
She glared duly at the used-to-but-not-anymore girl.
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 16, 2015 12:20:03 GMT
Always listening, but not to me.
"You find light more comfortable than the darkness," she observed, "many people do. Or perhaps more useful."
She moved closer to the girl and looked in the same direction as she was looking.
"Perhaps if the light was a little clearer I could see what you see."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 16, 2015 13:00:26 GMT
"I think we'll try him in the chair tomorrow, see if that helps," said an older gentlemen. He was wearing a doctor's white coat, and, together with a young woman in a nurse's uniform, was walking up the path.
"If you're sure, sir." The nurse looked down at her clipboard.
Tabitha scooted a little to the side to let the pair pass. She looked behind them, ready to put a mark in the book, then sighed and put the notebook on the ground, her pencil slipping from between her fingers. On the side of the pond, the never-again girl was turning somersaults.
"Why?"
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 16, 2015 13:18:04 GMT
"If I could see what you see that would help me to understand," said Grace. "To understand you. And to understand the world a little better. I think you see the world differently to me, and I like to find new viewpoints."
She glanced down for a moment only at the notebook. Ticks, lots of ticks. The girl checked things and recorded them. She was making sense of the world and finding a structure there. The details eluded Grace Cantor so far but it was only a matter of time before she found the key that would unlock things. Before she could shed a little light on the matter.
Light was important to the girl.
There was light out here.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 16, 2015 13:38:46 GMT
"Are you going to tell her?" The never-again girl, who's hair, by the by, was the same shade as Tabitha's and stopped turning somersaults and approached her instead.
Tabitha winced and shook her head.
"They arleady think you're mad. What harm could it do?"
"Have you ever seen something that wasn't real?"
"I'm real, Tabby. You know that."
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 16, 2015 14:15:40 GMT
“Most people see things, or hear things, from time to time that other people may not understand,” said Grace calmly. The girl is always attending to something inside herself. I am not the only participant in this conversation. “Is there something you see that you worry other people may not understand?”
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 16, 2015 15:47:18 GMT
"Why do you ask questions you already know the answer to?" Her tone was not angry, but purely curious.
"They wrote it down before."
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 16, 2015 15:59:36 GMT
"I like to hear for myself. Other people don't always listen properly, don't always pay attention. You do though, don't you Tabitha. You're always listening. So why don't you tell me what you told them."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 16, 2015 22:19:48 GMT
"Did they tell you about Abby?"
"They probably would have said Abagail, Tabby. The grownups always did."
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 16, 2015 22:25:49 GMT
"Your twin sister," said Grace, "Tabby and Abby. Why, that sounds like an echo doesn't it. Tabby and Abby. Very like an echo don't you think?"
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 16, 2015 22:31:32 GMT
Tabitha's eyes narrowed. "Not an echo." A shadow.
"We're close. Were." She picked up her pencil and made another tick as a gardner set to work on the frosty flower beds.
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 16, 2015 22:33:42 GMT
Present tense. We're.
"We are never distant from those that mean the most to us," Grace said. "Those we love, those we hate, those we fear. Those to whom we feel a great burden. Where is Abby now?"
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 16, 2015 22:36:40 GMT
"About a foot to your left." Indeed, her never-again sister was making faces behind the healers back.
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