[she glances at him when he says βwildlifeβ, an attempt to tease him about it, but knowing full well that henry doesnβt necessarily take humor at his expense with particular enjoyment. she does let it lie, for now, and nods thoughtfully.]
My brother was the artist between the two of us. [scribbled and self-taught as it all was. a scrunching of her noseβ] He didnβt draw a lot of animals, though.
[something in the lake stirs, creating ripples, very close to henryβs line and bait. wanda turns her gaze towards it.]
no subject
My brother was the artist between the two of us. [scribbled and self-taught as it all was. a scrunching of her noseβ] He didnβt draw a lot of animals, though.
[something in the lake stirs, creating ripples, very close to henryβs line and bait. wanda turns her gaze towards it.]
Iβd like to see them some time.
[his wildlife drawings]