Jason's back home now; he is making himself something to eat because somewhere between the bridge and home he began to realize he was hungry and could not recall with clarity the last time he had eaten. It's spaghetti, technically-- noodles from the box, bland sauce from the jar, since he keeps very little in the way of fresh food on hand in the house.
So Jason stands by a pot of water, waiting for it to boil, while reading and deciphering the next text.
He wonders if he ought tell Horst Brauer-Cabal that every single thing he, and his brother, are saying is being transcribed and sent.
'Ought' is a laden word. It brings ethics into the situation.
Pinch of salt into the water to speed the boil and Jason leans against the counter to type his reply.
If one gets along with one's family members, yes, I suppose so. All luck in settling in, sirs.
(So much for 'oughts'.)
Cabal, Jason thinks, after tapping 'send'. Not quite up there with Blood, perhaps, but when it comes to names that evoke a double-take... Covens and qabbalah and secret societies, oh my. Hmmn.
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So Jason stands by a pot of water, waiting for it to boil, while reading and deciphering the next text.
He wonders if he ought tell Horst Brauer-Cabal that every single thing he, and his brother, are saying is being transcribed and sent.
'Ought' is a laden word. It brings ethics into the situation.
Pinch of salt into the water to speed the boil and Jason leans against the counter to type his reply.
If one gets along with one's family members, yes, I suppose so. All luck in settling in, sirs.
(So much for 'oughts'.)
Cabal, Jason thinks, after tapping 'send'. Not quite up there with Blood, perhaps, but when it comes to names that evoke a double-take... Covens and qabbalah and secret societies, oh my. Hmmn.