Hattie actually paused at his explanation, smiled slightly and nodded to the young man. She respected that kind of answer. Respected the kind of person that could be devoted to anything that much. There weren't too many in the world who actually cared about much at all lately, so Klavier was appreciated in that respect.
And for his other answer, to her, it came with no whistles or bangs and just was what it was, something far simpler than what had been ill-rumored by some of the folk of this town. An answer like that, it was possible there had been an accident, and the poor man had lost his memory and was working to regain it. Other than a few bad eggs, all of the group from that institute were always pretty well behaved; maybe most of them had stories like this, and they were working to regain themselves in a comfortable setting rather than somewhere they might not be cared about as much. All right, Hattie thought. She would hold to what she thought before.
The woman pursed her lips and shook her head. "It makes a whole lot of sense; nearly everybody needs to find themselves once in their lives. And some people aren't as understanding when you can't figure things out that they think should be simple. It isn't your fault what you know and what you don't." She made a irritated sound at the self-occupied tendencies of others, then sighed, and walked toward her counter near the front, a hand against the great tiger for support as she leaned down. "They give you all allowance, don't they?" she asked, seemingly a non sequitur.
Something that was explained when she stood up, a dull guitar in her hand, different from the one near the front--scuffed up but with strings that shined new. "I had Leroy change the strings on this for me since I wouldn't know up from down-- Have you met that boy? He's a good child." She brushed it off with the impatience of a shopkeeper noticing imperfections in her shop. "How much will you give me for it? I'll give you a discount." The woman smiled, genuine. "Maybe it'll help you find yourself."
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And for his other answer, to her, it came with no whistles or bangs and just was what it was, something far simpler than what had been ill-rumored by some of the folk of this town. An answer like that, it was possible there had been an accident, and the poor man had lost his memory and was working to regain it. Other than a few bad eggs, all of the group from that institute were always pretty well behaved; maybe most of them had stories like this, and they were working to regain themselves in a comfortable setting rather than somewhere they might not be cared about as much. All right, Hattie thought. She would hold to what she thought before.
The woman pursed her lips and shook her head. "It makes a whole lot of sense; nearly everybody needs to find themselves once in their lives. And some people aren't as understanding when you can't figure things out that they think should be simple. It isn't your fault what you know and what you don't." She made a irritated sound at the self-occupied tendencies of others, then sighed, and walked toward her counter near the front, a hand against the great tiger for support as she leaned down. "They give you all allowance, don't they?" she asked, seemingly a non sequitur.
Something that was explained when she stood up, a dull guitar in her hand, different from the one near the front--scuffed up but with strings that shined new. "I had Leroy change the strings on this for me since I wouldn't know up from down-- Have you met that boy? He's a good child." She brushed it off with the impatience of a shopkeeper noticing imperfections in her shop. "How much will you give me for it? I'll give you a discount." The woman smiled, genuine. "Maybe it'll help you find yourself."