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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah is once again working in the bar, although she has less of a pile of documents with her tonight. All she has is a notebook, in which she is alternately taking notes, scratching out notes, and doodling.

She is not a bad teacher, but some things are hard to approach.

She also has a large bottle of water, because proper hydration is important.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"I don't like be called a freak," she snaps, each word bitten off hard. "Most people don't."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"But ef every'un cawlls yew a freak, yew may es wal run wit et, ayuh?" Wilbur looks at his hands. "Et's how I cope."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Most people have the respect not to call me one to my face, in fact," she says, with grinding, furious patience. It's only because of his childishness that she bothers with it.

"If you cope by insulting other people in turn, I don't wonder if you have trouble finding friendly faces."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"I cope by bein' a freak," says Wilbur with a shrug. "An' I'm from 1928, thar warn't wheelie-chairs an' stuff fer cripples."

He flushes. "Warn't Negros around much either, sad ter say."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"If you know enough to know you don't like being called a freak, then you shouldn't be calling other people freaks either. Whether they're an unusual sight for you or not."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, Miss--dun't think I gawt yer name, miss."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Missus," she says, levelly. "Toren."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Wilbur Whateley, et yer service."