Half a year sure sounds like time enough. But hey, maybe time runs different in the freak world. Sure. "Clever as you are, I’m surprised, is all. She didn’t seem too concerned about keeping a low profile."
Of course, there's the possibility that she didn't need to be concerned. Because if Warden's telling the truth, it sounds like this woman really can't be ended. It occurs to Waxey that there's got to be humor in that: the immortal broad with a death wish.
Assuming it's true. (It’s occurred to Waxey that Rankin might exaggerate the truth in order to build a more intimidating image of his so-called realm. The maddening fact is that Waxey can neither prove nor disprove his own suspicions. Not yet.) Because it sounds like a stretch, even for Albany. Because that sort of shit shouldn't be possible. And anyway, hadn't she said something about figuring she'd die on the East coast?
If Waxey feels any alarm about this immortality business (of course he fucking does), he swallows it. He's learned to take Albany's ever-unfolding strangeness in stride, accepting each revelation as another potential headache, filing it for future reference even if he doesn't believe it.
(Jesus. What you could do with a lifeline like that. If you gave a shit about it. If you could figure out how to play your cards, adapt to the times. The money you could make.)
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Date: 2015-04-20 04:49 am (UTC)Of course, there's the possibility that she didn't need to be concerned. Because if Warden's telling the truth, it sounds like this woman really can't be ended. It occurs to Waxey that there's got to be humor in that: the immortal broad with a death wish.
Assuming it's true. (It’s occurred to Waxey that Rankin might exaggerate the truth in order to build a more intimidating image of his so-called realm. The maddening fact is that Waxey can neither prove nor disprove his own suspicions. Not yet.) Because it sounds like a stretch, even for Albany. Because that sort of shit shouldn't be possible. And anyway, hadn't she said something about figuring she'd die on the East coast?
If Waxey feels any alarm about this immortality business (of course he fucking does), he swallows it. He's learned to take Albany's ever-unfolding strangeness in stride, accepting each revelation as another potential headache, filing it for future reference even if he doesn't believe it.
(Jesus. What you could do with a lifeline like that. If you gave a shit about it. If you could figure out how to play your cards, adapt to the times. The money you could make.)
"You say she can’t be shot. What does work?"