Harry is very used to just letting speech wash over him (unfortunately, especially when it's from women), but he tries not to look too troubled by the things that pop out. This is his life, after all, none of this is new to him.
How old is Feuilly now, he wonders? The indistinct reflection in the dirty glass didn't make it clear.
God, she's still talking. He feels an impatient comment bubbling up, but another wave of coughing gives him time to pause and reflect. He's supposed to be Feuilly, right. What would he say?
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Date: 2017-03-31 08:37 pm (UTC)How old is Feuilly now, he wonders? The indistinct reflection in the dirty glass didn't make it clear.
God, she's still talking. He feels an impatient comment bubbling up, but another wave of coughing gives him time to pause and reflect. He's supposed to be Feuilly, right. What would he say?
"How long have you, um, kept this house?"