Transfixed and lost in the crystalizing goo on the corner of his mouth. She watches it glint and sparkle in the light. It takes her back to a time when she was learning about how to tie her own shoelaces. Not for any particular reason the she can surmise, but her subconscious is trying to tell her something....but what?
She was twelve. Yes, twelve arguably a late bloomer in the shoe-tying business. Much like someone avoids their multiplication tables she had found ways briefly into puberty not to figure out how that silly riddle went about rabbits and ears and wrapping over under through whatever it was...
Really, the idea of torturing a rabbit never really helped her understand any knots other than the ones in her stomach. But here there are no knots so what is the message coming from deep inside her deep dark well...
No that would be too simple, and he isn't going down any holes. It is just then that she notices the glow of his watch illuminating the little grey kitten's eyes as the bus passes into the tunnel beneath the city.
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