Meche wiped her fingers carefully on her napkin and opened the journal from the back, leafing through to find the first blank page so she wouldn't read anything Remy had written if he wanted to keep it private. The first blank page turned out to be the first page in the journal anyway, though. In large, deliberately clean print, she started writing out the alphabet, Aa Bb Cc...
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that the Scarecrow was staring down at his tray, looking troubled. At first she thought he hadn't understood her explanation, but then he nodded as if it had made sense. Meche wasn't sure what about the conversation could have been bothering him--it had just been a pretty simple exchange--but she didn't want to pry. Maybe it didn't have to do with what they were talking about at all; she knew as well as anyone how many reasons there were to get into a funk in here.
She kept making letters as she answered Remy's question. "Oh, of course there are movies about animals! Some really wonderful ones. Dogs probably get most of them, but there have been movies about horses and cats and pigs and even mice." Meche smiled down at the page. "Why, are you an animal lover too, Remy?"
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Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that the Scarecrow was staring down at his tray, looking troubled. At first she thought he hadn't understood her explanation, but then he nodded as if it had made sense. Meche wasn't sure what about the conversation could have been bothering him--it had just been a pretty simple exchange--but she didn't want to pry. Maybe it didn't have to do with what they were talking about at all; she knew as well as anyone how many reasons there were to get into a funk in here.
She kept making letters as she answered Remy's question. "Oh, of course there are movies about animals! Some really wonderful ones. Dogs probably get most of them, but there have been movies about horses and cats and pigs and even mice." Meche smiled down at the page. "Why, are you an animal lover too, Remy?"