[ Dorothy considers her potential saviour: skinny, ambiguously young, an arm that Dot politely won't mention, a nicely braided hairstyle that she might.
She drops her voice, conspiratorial. ]
You don't have to, y'know. I can manage. And surely someone'll be missing you, if you play pretend with me.
[ But she's only being polite: it's a good offer. A little bit shameful, but she gave up caring about shame years ago, so long as she was safe. Keeping her head down and doing what the Romans do was how she lived her life a lot of the time. Just, normally it was a PTA meaning or her HOA, not big men with metal accessories. ]
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[ Dorothy considers her potential saviour: skinny, ambiguously young, an arm that Dot politely won't mention, a nicely braided hairstyle that she might.
She drops her voice, conspiratorial. ]
You don't have to, y'know. I can manage. And surely someone'll be missing you, if you play pretend with me.
[ But she's only being polite: it's a good offer. A little bit shameful, but she gave up caring about shame years ago, so long as she was safe. Keeping her head down and doing what the Romans do was how she lived her life a lot of the time. Just, normally it was a PTA meaning or her HOA, not big men with metal accessories. ]