“Did you ever read those novels?” She asked McKayla.
“Which?”
“The Russian ones you know like The Idiot and stuff.”
“I uh, I tried I started it, couldn’t, there were so many characters. Names were tough.”
“Yeah I mean I guess.”
“I know I’m the idiot who couldn’t finish the idiot.”
She smiled at this. But inside was sad McKayla didn’t get it. There were times she wished someone could read her mind. Then in some ways she wouldn’t have to say anything.
She just wished she got it.
“You think your Russian?” McKayla asked. She noticed
Imogen Howe
was withdrawn someplace else.
“Huh ha no I think like Scottish or something idk.”
“You never do those tests? I’m like 25% Irish it said then like Scandinavian, or something. My parents did it awhile ago, so I am just kind of going off theirs.”
“Yeah.” Imogen said.
McKayla swirled her iced cold brew. Then tried to get the ice cubes out. She got a few so crunched on those while looking around.
“How many of these people you think have read those books? Or like in the world living or dead. You think it’s more than the bible?”
Imogen made a face at this like she was thinking, but she was thinking about other things.