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Post by Gatekeeper on May 12, 2017 10:20:08 GMT -8
Abigail mews from within her travel case in the passenger seat of Leah's car, eyes wide and freaked out by the car beneath her. Poor thing - traffic on the M11 was awful today, but they're pulling into the North London neighborhood where Leah grew up just now. Blocky, unlovely council housing sprouts up all around them, affordable living for the poorest Londoners, but it's still home. Shops around here have a strong Greek spin that only swelled after the Greek monetary crisis, though it's looking like Brexit might put a cap on that. This world has a real way of turning things to shit, like reverse alchemy.
If poverty is anything, it's powerlessness, and Leah knows all about that, about the chains that bound her lips when she tried to tell people what her father was doing to her, the way Leonard crushed her will and made her want him in spite of everything she is. It had been her one triumph, making it at Cambridge, and she'd gotten it the same way she'd had everything - by not giving up.
And now all this with the telekinesis...
Pulling into the parking structure by her mother's apartment, she finally gets a chance to comfort her cat.
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