A Travelling Soul

I’m getting rid of things, you see, and I know you liked some of the flowers… I was wondering if you wanted them. I don’t have the room or the ability to keep on top of them like I was before.

Oh...Thank you. That’s very kind of you, Andromeda. What’s got you so busy?

You have no idea what type of person I am. And luckily, I don’t give a damn about your opinion of me. You’re not better than me and I’m not better than you. We’re all just people.

Well aren’t you a philosopher, have a nice lunch. Come on Charlie.

I just know your type and I have no time for frivolous people. I’m not going to indulge you by saying you showing up is enough.

You have no idea what type of person I am. And luckily, I don’t give a damn about your opinion of me. You’re not better than me and I’m not better than you. We’re all just people.

Oh really killing a torturing, you should write for the prophet. You’ve got some hot takes on this war thing going on.

What is your problem with me?!

Sounds terrible, pregnant and hungry can’t imagine anyone has ever felt that before. At least you’re supporting it? Oh, well pardon me as long as you are doing the least expected.

I know other women have been pregnant, but it’s the first time I have been. *She scoffs* There are people out there killing and torturing people and here you are, lecturing me because I’m not acting the way a supporter is apparently supposed to act? I’m sorry if I can’t last all day without a bite to eat or some water or a bathroom break!

Well isn’t that very metropolitan of you. Support the cause, whatever the hell it is and then head off to lunch.

That’s...That’s quite rude of you. You don’t know me at all. At least I’m supporting the cause! I can’t damn well help it that I’m pregnant and hungry!

Why would you leave?

I support the cause, of course! It’s just...Just because it’s a good cause doesn’t mean it’s all good people here. Not to mention I’m starving.

Molly, nice to meet you. You enjoying the rally then.

Oh, absolutely! It’s all very interesting. I might be leaving soon, though.

An angel well isn’t she a sweetie. You should see him before a nap, you’d have a different impression.

*She laughs* Well, I have no room to judge there. I’m afraid I turn into a right terror when I get tired. I’m Cori, by the way. It’s lovely to meet you both.

*She looks down at Charlie* Oh, goodness! What an angel! *She looks back up to Molly* He’s absolutely precious.

I suppose we’ll all just have to hope for the best.

V—he’s nothing more than a bigot. And they always get their comeuppance.

I suppose we’ll all just have to hope for the best.

There’s always hope. Even in the depths of winter, summer always comes again.

That’s very optimistic of you.