[ Doesn't matter, he wants to say, but Kyna's Kyna. She'll punch him in the leg and make him answer anyway. Normally, her stubbornness is a big part of her charm, but he's managed to talk his way into a corner of this story he isn't wild about revisiting.
Great job, Sam.
After a too-long silence, his fingertips tapping idly against her side, he gives up. ]
Our mother, she, uh. She was a historian. Left behind a lotta unfinished work when she died. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to figure out who got her stuff after Dad sold it. [ Is that enough detail? It's more than he wants to say, possibly less than makes sense. ] Should've been ours, so I figured we could get it back.
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Great job, Sam.
After a too-long silence, his fingertips tapping idly against her side, he gives up. ]
Our mother, she, uh. She was a historian. Left behind a lotta unfinished work when she died. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to figure out who got her stuff after Dad sold it. [ Is that enough detail? It's more than he wants to say, possibly less than makes sense. ] Should've been ours, so I figured we could get it back.