[Walking into this office is like a punch in the gut. It's not really anything like her father's little office in the back of the ranch - aside from anything else, he'd never have been able to afford that much paper, or such fine furniture. At the same time, it's just like his office, down to the smell of pipe smoke. It brings a lump to Susan's throat that she has to fight down.]
[She clears her throat, not to get his attention but to loosen that tight nostalgia that's threatening to choke her. She didn't come here to wax nostalgic about her da. She came because she's got enough sense to know that whatever's happening in such a town as this, it's happening here. She'd be a fool not to see what the man wants.]
Hile, sai. Ye sent for me?
[She half-raises the invitation in her hand, as if to prove it, and looks around the office, trying to take it in without giving in to that lingering homesickness.]
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[She clears her throat, not to get his attention but to loosen that tight nostalgia that's threatening to choke her. She didn't come here to wax nostalgic about her da. She came because she's got enough sense to know that whatever's happening in such a town as this, it's happening here. She'd be a fool not to see what the man wants.]
Hile, sai. Ye sent for me?
[She half-raises the invitation in her hand, as if to prove it, and looks around the office, trying to take it in without giving in to that lingering homesickness.]
I like your, uh, paintings.