They Are Talking About Novels & Stories

"The children have been talking, though, when they're conscious. Telling us what happened to them." "And?" "It's worse than we thought."

“Toria actually said that?” “Word for word.” “She really is something.” “Your friend’s crazy, baby.” I couldn’t stop laughing. The two of them argued like cats and dogs every single day, yet somehow they always found their way back to each other. The rest of the drive passed with random conversations. He asked about school. I complained about my morning lectures. He complained about his coach. Eventually, the conversation drifted toward Ethan. “Your roommate isn’t still acting weird, right?” I shrugged. “I wish.”

I looked at Willa and then to the other table where Dad, Moses, Tate, Linden, and Striker seemingly conversed earnestly. “Can you read lips?” Willa asked Micah. “Not in my job description, but I try.” She looked intensely at Tate since we could only see the backside of Moses and Striker while Dad was on their left. “Pussy?” “What?” Shocked, Mom, Willa, and I asked in unison. “Well, I am not sure.” “Why would they talk about pussies?” Mom asked, amused. “I don’t know, Mrs. Moore.” “You’re terrible at reading lips, Micah.” Willa tried hard not to burst out laughing. “I think they’re talking about money.”

were we talking about here? ***

They don't use division but branches. "Their role in the second place is important. We might need them there immediately so we need them on stand by." What are they talking about. "Okay! But I don't think it's okay that we are catching the people's attention." What does he mean by that? "Don't worry, we're almost there and it's not a lot." I actually can't follow their conversation. "The boys are excited to meet that gang again." Gang? Are we going to a very dangerous place?

Or that they could have been talking about a game they all watched, or something they all relate to or how Madam Kiesler was energetic as ever, or just casually talking about the huge amount of money. But then again, why the need to block their mouths when talking, it’s not like the mere topic of theirs is of significance to others, it's not like someone is watching them— well, technically yes— but that does not prove or justify how they are acting right now. Whatever it is, it must be something of importance, that they even needed to cover their mouths while talking.

I wonder if it’s hаrd ѕееіng оthеr people drіnk, but he ѕееmѕ tоtаllу at ease. Thе соnvеrѕаtіоn ѕtаrtѕ, and wе соvеr еvеrуthіng frоm baseball tо роlіtісѕ. Brеndа and Blаkе hаvе орроѕіng vіеwѕ оn several issues, but thе bаntеr is friendly. Thеу’rе оbvіоuѕlу uѕеd tо dіѕаgrееіng.

The look of concern was back on Cadence's face, and he wasn't exactly sure how to start this difficult conversation. "Cadence, we need to talk about Jack," he said quietly, not quite looking at her. "We do need to talk about Jack," Cadence agreed, crossing her arms and keeping about a foot of space between them. "Some weird things are happening." Aaron paused for a moment, unsure of what she was talking about. "What do you mean?" he asked, cautiously.

"I think we should start by having a conversation. A real conversation, like the kind that you have with each other. I want you to start talking with each other, sharing your thoughts and feelings, and listening to each other's thoughts and feelings. I want you to talk about everything, from the small things to the big things. I want you to talk about the things that matter to you and the things that don't matter to you. I want you to talk about your hopes and dreams, and the things that scare you. I want you to talk about your fears and your worries. I want you to talk about everything, Damien. Everything." "That's a lot to talk about," Damien said. "Yes, it is. But it's also a lot of fun."

As they wait for their food, they continue bickering and talking about random things. The feeling was mutual at that time, they were enjoying their time together.