Run from the storm within

She knew his mom?  The stranger certainly had his attention now.  He watched her plucking the bird until her name was given and then the bombshell dropped.  She was mom’s daughter?  Did she mean like real blood-related daughter?  Why hadn’t she been part of their pack?  Rudy’s mouth was glued shut for all the questions, at least for a few moments. As to her mention of Art, that he didn't bother thinking on.  The way Art and he had parted ways still a painful problem to add to mom's fate.

“I see,” Two soft words, glancing back again to the water.  There was a part of his brain that threw out ideas of questioning her with a steady flow, to be charismatic and friendly, and the other part of his mind that didn’t want to put the energy into it.  Curiosity nibbled and a heavy heart dragged his eyes back to her.  She was considerably older than Rudy and so she was from a time before mom being with mom.  “Is that why you’re here?”  Rudy realized everyone had to be somewhere and it could be a coincidence but it would be a pretty crazy coincidence.  Rudy’s mind nibbled with curiosity that even depression couldn’t totally shake off.

Rudyard Carpathius