“Neither.” Dori closed the case and placed it within her pocket. “I live in Searchlight and I’ve never been to school. I wasn’t allowed.” There had been a few attempts by foster parents to place her among other children, the hope being that socialization would improve on her strange habits and mannerisms, but it had gone poorly each time --
’Dorothy killed my pet turtle!’
‘That little girl keeps a rat in her pocket…’
‘Mrs. Banks, there are spiders in her hair!’
‘The cupcakes she brought made everyone sick.’
-- and so she had been home-schooled and tutored until receiving a general education diploma.
“My legal guardians were protective,” she offered softly, a reasonable lie. “Not cult members, if that’s what you were thinking. Do you work in the city?”
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on 2014-03-14 01:31 am (UTC)’Dorothy killed my pet turtle!’
‘That little girl keeps a rat in her pocket…’
‘Mrs. Banks, there are spiders in her hair!’
‘The cupcakes she brought made everyone sick.’
-- and so she had been home-schooled and tutored until receiving a general education diploma.
“My legal guardians were protective,” she offered softly, a reasonable lie. “Not cult members, if that’s what you were thinking. Do you work in the city?”