Chapter fourtheen. Susan's death. Part three.
June 16, 2024 at 2:49 AM
Part fourtheen. Susan's death. Part three.
The same swing that Susan's grandfather made. To the average person they looked very surreal.
It’s clear, few people would want their child to fly through a tree while riding on a swing. Even though the tree was originally missing most of its trunk. Everything is provided!
Susan was slowly swinging on a swing, holding a book on her lap...
It would seem, what kind of book was it?
A book that described her story. Most likely now, she was trying to understand at what point in her life she took a wrong turn. Answer:
"Since birth." Susan's expression changed from a frown to a bored expression.
There are so many things on this disc that irritate Susan so much and that she is already tired of: Death is her grandfather. (That says it all.)
Adventures that constantly blow her mind. The initiators of these adventures, the so - called Auditors, or whatever the hell else besides them! Lots of other things...
Well, and things that she would never have told her grandfather, an avid cat lover. Cats!? For the most part, they irritate with their presence...
And with their fur, and their impudence, and she just doesn’t want to see them “HERE.” I would like to believe that everything is not as bad as it seems. In the end, forty years have passed... And, yes, with age, she began to treat her grandfather a little better... But she remained a strict young lady.
... The porridge prepared by Albert was a little burnt and the taste could only please the deathly hungry...
The only thing that helped was that Susan’s sense of taste was a little dulled.