bending_sickle | If someone puts their hands on you...**

...make sure they never put their hands on anybody else again.*

Today's Word Count: 4105

Novel Progress: Wrote Chapter 8, finished Chapter 9 (né 8), wrote Chapter 10, and started Chapter 11, wherein The Idiot Returns.

Current Emotion: I Need To Do Other Things.

The waitress – Joan – was slightly more civil to Grace after that, though Grace suspected her rescue had more to do with Joan getting tired of Carter’s wandering hands altogether, rather than on whom they had been wandering in particular. That, and Grace’s desperate shaking of her head at the question, “So you’re not a harlot, then?” Joan pursed her lips and wiped her hands on her apron. “So them dwarves, what were you doing with them?”
Grace shrugged, shoulders hunched up and her legs crossed, hands tucked in under one knee. “Just travelling for a bit.” You stay here. “They would only take me this far.”
“Got tired of you, did they?”
Grace looked up at Joan, confused, not sure whether Joan believed her after all.
Joan looked her up and down. “You’ll be needing a place for the night.” She extended a hand, and after a moment Grace realized what she was asking for and dropped the coin in her hand.
“Is that…” Grace pointed shyly at the coin. “Is that enough?”
“Enough?” Joan rolled her eyes. “Aye, it will do.” She dropped the coin in her apron pocket, trading it for four – no, three – smaller coins. These she set by Grace’s spoon. “The room’s upstairs, and the outhouse at the back.” With that, Joan left her to tend to what was left of her clientele.

23438 / 50000 words. 47% done!

* Malcolm X