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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 10, 2006 15:54:44 GMT
Grace choked on her bite of tart and took a long sip of punpkin juice, in a glass near by. She coughed and hit her chest, then sipped the juice again. She looked at Bog, knowing she was not going to get away from this one, and nodded.
She looked around the great hall. Her gazed ended by a fire place behind them. She turned and faced Bog, "you see the fire place behind us?"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 10, 2006 16:04:51 GMT
"I do indeed!" replied Boggleworth quizzically "and a magnificent fireplace it is too, why?"
Boggleworth sighed, she didn't want to do this, but he thought it for the best.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 10, 2006 17:44:41 GMT
Grace looked down at her plate. "Well," she said, playing with the small piece of tart on her plate, "there is a stool next to it, to the right of it, my mother is sitting there." She waited for the gasps of horror...
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 10, 2006 17:57:33 GMT
All Boggleworth did was frown slightly, "ah your mum hey, hello there Grace's mum! How are you?" he asked cheerfully waving.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 10, 2006 18:05:12 GMT
"She doesn't talk," Grace whispered, "she's just there, always, sometimes smiling sometimes not..." she pushed away her plate and leaned on the table.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 10, 2006 18:07:47 GMT
hmm this is a puzzle thought Boggleworth
"How do you try and communicate? Just talking? Have you tried going up to her?"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 10, 2006 18:43:02 GMT
She had tried and she had come to understand that mother didn't talk and she didn't ask. "There's an unspoken agreement between us," she said, "she whispers into my ear but she never says anything. It's all inside my head."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 11, 2006 9:14:37 GMT
"So what does she whisper to you?" asked Boggleworth curiously
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 11, 2006 23:04:15 GMT
Grace stared at the plate she had pushed away. "Nothing, really," she mumbled dreamily, "just that it's all okay and that I'm not turning into my father and such likes."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 12, 2006 21:00:58 GMT
"She's very wise then! And thinks the same as Girt and me!" becoming less serious he chortled "so you're belly's full now then, full to the brim with milktart I should think!"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 12, 2006 22:28:15 GMT
Grace looked at Bog, "where do you think I get my philosophical edge from?" she asked sarcastically. She looked back at her plate and shook her head, "lost my apitite."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 13, 2006 8:34:07 GMT
"Filled your stomach more likely." joked Boggleworth.
But then a change came over him,
"At least your Mum's still with you, unlike mine if that blasted diary is to be believed!" his voice took on an edge and he frowned deep in thought.
is my family still alive? what family have I got left? he wondered these questions I need answering but I'm afraid they won't be for a very long time.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 13, 2006 19:20:48 GMT
Grace smiled weakly at Bog. "Is living with your uncle the first thing you remember? Don't you remember anything eles?" She looked into Bog eyes and they comforted her.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 13, 2006 19:25:02 GMT
"Nope. I'm afraid I don't." said Boggleworth sincerly. "If only I did, but anyway there's little I can do about that, really" He grinned "But you of all people should know my memories like a sieve!"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 13, 2006 19:39:33 GMT
Grace giggled at Bog, then sobered. "Sometimes I wonder if that's not better." She looked into her goblet of punpkin juice, and explained knowing Bog's confused gaze was upon her, "Better to not remember."
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