"Ninety-three, I think. It might have been published later than that, though. Like an early '94, it got bounced around. First out in a Chicago magazine that went belly up before the millennium."
Half spoken over Armand's conversation, but he hasn't shushed Daniel, and didn't give him warning. Whatever. He's quiet after, though, listening despite its shortness. His French is bad, he can ask where the bathrooms are and how to order drinks, say a bunch of swear words. Better at swearing in Quebecois French, though. Tabernak hits a lot harder, more fun.
"Are we?"
Daniel doesn't actually love that. He's a little weirded out by Louis' distance from the help, on most days. He just, personally, thinks wealth hoarding is a low-grade mental illness. And he thinks Armand agrees, even if he doesn't realize it. Daniel lurking with his ice pick ready to go hunting in frozen fossil records. Mansions and rich people weddings and crypto bros. Got your number, you weirdo. Maybe he'll ramble about this to Armand if they talk more about it, but for now, he's distracted by listening to a slightly horrifying, but aesthetically pleasing, story of murder and abduction.
"At least they had a nice party before she became a human sacrifice." A beat. "Do you miss that kind of thing? In general, I don't need us to go stomping around in a minefield. But you had a real creative outlet, with all that."
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Half spoken over Armand's conversation, but he hasn't shushed Daniel, and didn't give him warning. Whatever. He's quiet after, though, listening despite its shortness. His French is bad, he can ask where the bathrooms are and how to order drinks, say a bunch of swear words. Better at swearing in Quebecois French, though. Tabernak hits a lot harder, more fun.
"Are we?"
Daniel doesn't actually love that. He's a little weirded out by Louis' distance from the help, on most days. He just, personally, thinks wealth hoarding is a low-grade mental illness. And he thinks Armand agrees, even if he doesn't realize it. Daniel lurking with his ice pick ready to go hunting in frozen fossil records. Mansions and rich people weddings and crypto bros. Got your number, you weirdo. Maybe he'll ramble about this to Armand if they talk more about it, but for now, he's distracted by listening to a slightly horrifying, but aesthetically pleasing, story of murder and abduction.
"At least they had a nice party before she became a human sacrifice." A beat. "Do you miss that kind of thing? In general, I don't need us to go stomping around in a minefield. But you had a real creative outlet, with all that."