Sunshine and Laughter (Part V)

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“Come on. Come on, come on, come on.” This marked the fifth time in three seconds Xiyuan had refreshed his text messages. They hadn’t changed. There was a moment at quarter-to-eight when he leapt to unholster his phone on the first vibrate, giving Bernard a taste of what phasing through a wall and yelling ‘boo’ was like for someone on the receiving end, but it turned out to be one of his patrons asking whether viewers preferred paintings with the subjects facing towards them or facing away from them.

“Claudia, pick up your phone. Dammit, what’s happening over there?”

And here’s a parody of Quality Time spouses. If you’re reading this over my shoulder, stop following me into the bathroom

Bernard spat into the sink. “Darling, I can’t speculate on the matter with a mouth full of toothpaste.” He stared at Xiyuan’s reflection. Making eye contact through the mirror was usually good for a chuckle, but only when one party wasn’t swiping his phone every split second. So there went his latest attempt to calm his buzzing husband. There’s an innate understanding between some couples that if one party is darting around like a trapped bee, the other has to ramp up the tranquility in case an adult is needed to handle the situation their S.O. is freaking out about. It’s like leashing a Chihuahua to a tree. Anyway—Bernard, ever the drier one, usually took on this role. Panicked running in an enclosed space is what got him killed. This morning he’d been drinking tea or reading the paper while Xiyuan followed him around and did sick donuts.

“She’s not responding to the group message. She’s usually up by now.” Talking didn’t stop him from picking at that screen. “Aileen hasn’t said anything in over an hour, either.”

“Remind me what Aileen advised her to do, again?”

“The same thing you did.”

“Generally a safe choice.”

“But it’s well past eight, so Hector should have left for school.” Refresh. “The longer it takes her to respond, the more likely it is that something’s already gone wrong.”

He’d placed his hand on Xiyuan’s back and was leading him through the hallway. “And what use is it to her if you work yourself up before anything happens? She’s probably handling it better than you are. Outwardly, at least, so as to not arouse suspicion. Mind the stairs.”

“I can’t help it.” Refresh. “I have a bad feeling about this.”


As chilling as it was to see the door close behind Hector, it was another step Claudia had to go through before this day could be over. The next time the door closed—in less than an hour, hopefully, or at least before 10 A.M. hit—she’d be nearly done. Play it right and it’d be the last time she’d interact with him. Or, she may have to interact with him again, logistically, but she’d have an entourage and could position herself where the jerk couldn’t stand between her and the door. She had to bring her friends up to speed for this to work, something she could manage remotely now that Hector was gone.

There’s no parsimonious way to specify the group consisting of Aileen, Bernard, and Xiyuan. The Lius: includes Shu but arguably not Aileen. The first-generation non-Jeongs-or-Espinosas: arguably works, may or may not include Matt. (If you’re asking yourself “who’s Matt?” that’s okay.) People who have shared a bed with Xiyuan, including the trivial case: works, is weird. Shu’s parents: works, but why drag Shu into a chapter where he doesn’t show up? Screw it, just call them ‘an entourage’ or ‘her friends’ because that’s what they’re functioning as in this context

Claudia’s screen woke up and informed her that it was 8:38, and, by the way, underneath that in smaller text next to a cutesy-chubby speech bubble icon, she had 11 unread messages in a group text between her and 3 other recipients. She swiped to view said messages.

Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 7:02:03 AM): Hello, everyone! Given yesterday’s conversations with Claudia and Aileen, it’s probably best for us to discuss this as a group. Let me know if I’ve left anyone out. Claudia, whatever you decide to do, we’re here to support you. How are you doing this morning?
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 7:02:11 AM): Claudia, how are you?
Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 7:07:14 AM): Sounds good.
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 7:07:24 AM): Aileen, have you heard from her since last night?
Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 7:08:03 AM): Not since yesterday afternoon.
Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 7:08:21 AM): As far as I know, she left your apartment and went straight home.
Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 7:08:28 AM): I don’t know what the plan is today.
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 7:08:37 AM): Neither do we; she hasn’t contacted us either, as you’ve probably determined.
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 7:18:54 AM): Claudia? Are you alright? What’s going on over there?
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 7:45:22 AM): Do you need us to come over?
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:15:31 AM): I’m quite concerned but would rather not head over without permission.

It surprised Claudia that she was able to crack a smile. From the dining-room table, she must have looked like she was a paragon of innocence, at least with respect to spousal dishonesty, scrolling through memes. They were thinking of her! It made the semicolons-in-text-messages crap forgivable that he’d already thought to gather everyone. And if any one of them doubted her or tried to talk her out of it, she wouldn’t have known what to do. She started typing.

Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:39:50 AM): Hector just left.
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:39:53 AM): Claudia!
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:39:54 AM): I’m ok

absolutely NO SHADE, i use semicolons in text messages all the time

Aileen’s phone sat face-down next to her mouse while she bargained with the blank space where her chapter introduction should be. It didn’t so much vibrate as rattle her glass desk each time Xiyuan sent another panicky text. She was unsurprised to see ‘quite’ in the last one: the more stressed he got, the sloppier he was with intensifiers. Stringing them was his version of punching a hole through the wall. It was a massive overreaction on his part, at least the frequency and content of his messages suggested, but also Bernard’s problem now. Not hers, thank god.

The desk shook again. If her computer clock was to be believed, it was well before the 30-minute-mark Xiyuan seemed to be holding to. Her computer wiggled as her phone made that satanic glass-clattering racket again. Either this was a true alarm or he’d finally lost it and she could expect a really-quite-extremely-very ill-conceived phone essay. She was about to pick it up when the third mini-earthquake started; it felt satisfying to absorb the tail end of that atrocious noise into her palm. Claudia was awake.

Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 8:40:04 AM): Alright! What’s the plan?
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:40:09 AM): I thought about what you guys said.
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:40:14 AM): I’m leaving.
Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 8:40:19 AM): Good for you!!!
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:40:19 AM): Today.

It was the first time Claudia had put it so bluntly. Aileen and Bernard could spit those words with conviction. Claudia danced around them in the abstract, finding herself only able to conceive of the result and not the process itself. As little as she could take it anymore, after being on the sharp end of so many harmful actions, she couldn’t stand to imagine herself performing one. It was less of a conceptual mental block and more that the thought made her want to dry heave or burst into tears. But she’d be free after this happens.

After she leaves. She was getting out. Her friends would make sure of that.

Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 8:40:25 AM): Let me know if there’s anything I can do.
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:40:27 AM): So you’re alone with him right now? Do you need backup?
(726)-555-2376 (Summer 7 8:40:40 AM): Say the word, and we’ll sacrifice a vacation day to the cause.

Of course Xiyuan had added Bernard to the group text. She didn’t object this time: Aileen and Xiyuan were effective cheerleaders, but having Bernard speak up for her felt like hiding behind a stone golem. She wasn’t used to these take-no-shit types directing their aggression at anyone besides her. Now she’d never be so bold herself, but she saw the appeal of teaming up with the kind of person who would interrupt the evil mastermind’s monologue with a bullet. Claudia added him to her list of contacts.

Bernard’s close to the two-decade mark of being integrated into post-cellphone society. He’s figured out not to sign his texts. Btw: Bernard, the real Dalai Lama, and the false prophet writing this all agree on taking a cheap shot at the villain before he finishes his speech. There’s no honor in wringing your hands over keeping them clean while the guy you could’ve killed is bowling over civilians in his two-story hamster ball.

She reread their messages. Xiyuan, of all people, should know better than to offer that. Burdening her allies with extra inconveniences would only add to her existing guilt.

Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:42:23 AM): No, don’t do that for me.
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:42:59 AM): I’m really quite serious, Claudia. This is more important than anything I’m doing today.
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:43:12 AM): It’s really not necessary
Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:43:42 AM): Although it goes against your innate tendencies, we urge you to not prioritize our comfort while making this decision.

Speaking of the Dalai Lama, the blogs that’ve found us seem to be New-Age-y and we’re not sure why. I believe the silly nom de plume is a long shot. More likely it’s gnomes, or Simister’s references to Dianetics, or maybe I said ‘samsara’ or spelled Sanskrt like that, without an ‘i,’ once. That’d do it

There was an odd logical progression in paragraph 22 that Aileen figured out how to fix, so she was only now discovering this waste of time. Ah, Yuan, it would be ‘really quite’ useful if a hypothetical sim owned a house catty-corner to Claudia’s and could monitor the entrance without leaving her bedroom, wouldn’t it. Since no one was watching, she felt like strutting to the opposite corner of her house—tense as it was, someone had to stay in good spirits to remind Claudia that today was a victory.

Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 8:44:03 AM): I already have the day off. I can watch from across the street.
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:47:14 AM): Don’t come over.
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:47:19 AM): If he sees you visiting so early, he’s going to get suspicious.
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:47:25 AM): I’m not ready for a fight
Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 8:47:30 AM): And after he leaves?
Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:47:31 AM): How did you know I intended to start a fight?

Xiyuan noticed his husband smiling to himself while typing. “She’s not going to appreciate jokes about challenging him to a duel.” Bernard deleted his message.

Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 8:47:46 AM): So what’s the plan?
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:47:55 AM): I have the day off
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:48:03 AM): He works from 10–5
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:48:15 AM): I was going to get my things and be out of the house by 5
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:48:27 AM): But you can’t show up before he leaves.
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:49:33 AM): If I’m understanding correctly, the plan is for you to leave while he’s at work and, if you’re implying we should show up after he leaves, for us to be ready to confront him at 5.
Xiyuan Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:49:41 AM): I.e., you’re expecting Bernard and me to head over before 5?
Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:49:48 AM): Yes, that works.

Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:50:00 AM): If you’re going, make sure you bring either Aileen or Bernard.

Characters in healthy relationships don’t get depictions of romantic intimacy (e.g. see kissing->bordering on smut->no->history of socks) but instead get to make eye contact through mirrors, eat off each other’s plates, hum the same song so it’s constantly stuck in both their heads, and other goofy couple bullshit

Xiyuan cringed. “Ouch.”

“After yesterday’s demonstration of your mixed sympathies, I thought you would expect her to doubt your judgement, and she’s right to do so. You know my feelings towards that underhanded ratbag and that bloody farce of a friendship.”

“Mixed? I’m backing Claudia one hundred percent. It’s more that speaking up against my first real friend is unpleasant, to say the least.”

“He was not a real friend. I choose to believe that man isn’t capable of seeing anything beyond his nose.”

“And yet he was still able to draw Claudia in, and me, and countless others who are going to take his words at face value after the divorce is finalized. If she can’t commiserate with someone who understands why she stayed for so long, she’s going to start believing it was her fault.” He placed his hand on Bernard’s shoulder. “We haven’t had the time to reflect that you have.”

“Even with that being the case, the opportunities for growth, while deceased, were few and far between. Nevertheless, I will make my prediction. You, despite believing Claudia is completely in the right, realize your obligation is to both parties, whereupon you become the caretaker and advocate for the divorcé by virtue of being the only sane person who is capable of tolerating him. On the one hand, with your involvement, that despicable tosser has less of a reason to seek out and bother poor Claudia. On the other hand”—this is where he waved his other hand, the phoneless one—“you’ll trap him here with me. That is to say, despite the outward appearance of misplaced benevolence, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I approve of this course of action.”

“She said no fights, let me remind you.”

“Nonsense! She has already found herself caught in an ongoing battle, which does not appeal to her in the least, and she would benefit greatly from delegating the unpleasant work to a bloodthirstier associate.”

“If you mean to defend her, that I can get behind. Euphemism not intended. Stop looking at me like that. My point is, she doesn’t want to cause more grief than necessary, but understands that your ‘necessary’ is her ‘excessive,’ force-wise. The issue with holding no punches is knowing when to stop. That being said, if we handle this as a team, our intentions may be just divergent enough to keep each other in check.”

“Then what I want you to understand is that my strategy hinges on presenting myself as the more combative, and hence more dangerous target, in comparison to his passive victim. If he continues to bully her while refusing to confront me, he’ll out himself as a coward. Besides, I use words to serve as a clear warning. Not like you. I should much like to hear you proclaim to be ‘really very disconcerted’ mere seconds before ripping out a man’s throat.”

“I’m getting the sense that what Claudia wants is moot at this point; you just hate him.”

“How would you have me feel after hearing how he toyed with your affections for the better part of your adult life?” He sent the message he’d been typing. “There will reach a point where someone holds him accountable for his exploitative habits. I’d wager my eternal soul that I’ll be the one to do it.”

Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:52:06 AM): We should have no difficulty following that schedule. My workday ends at 3 PM, Xiyuan’s at 4.

The creaking to Claudia’s right had a metallic timbre but an organic rhythm, like a fork scraping against a plate. She began to type faster.

Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:52:11 AM): So there’s no need for you to take the day off. Just get here before 5.
Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:52:38 AM): Understood! Xiyuan and I will make our way over as soon as he gets home.
Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:53:04 AM): If needed, I can arrive at most an hour earlier.
Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:53:17 AM): Do not hesitate to request this.
Aileen Jensen (Summer 7 8:53:29 AM): Okay, I’ve started watching your house. If you need help but can’t get to your phone, place your palm on one of the front windows and I’ll be right over.
Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 7 8:54:13 AM): The same goes for you, Aileen, although I foresee no difficulties if the matter is in your capable hands.

Claudia Espinosa (Summer 7 8:54:19 AM): Ok

Thank the carpenter and architect that the wooden chairs slid across the floor with such an unpleasant squeak, or else Claudia’s phone may have gone in her pocket a moment too late and the whole thing would be ruined. The two characters were all she had time to type. Bernard and Aileen, meanwhile, had been bombarding her with whole paragraphs; the ones in Bernard English, she expected that a non-historian-or-Xiyuan person would need at least six hours sleep and two distraction-free minutes to decode. But the footsteps approaching her—proud, heel-heavy, even more iconic than the chair squeak—shook loose the final grains of sand in the hourglass. She checked that the screen was off and re-ruffled her blouse over the affected pocket area.

“Happy Wednesday, Miss Iron Lady.” ‘Miss Universe’ had gone through several iterations, many that were space words he could relate to his own experience as an astronaut; and this one, which originated as a play on ‘Iron Chef.’ And yes, it was traditional to end the greeting by singing an excerpt from ‘Iron Man,’ as he was doing now.

“Happy Wednesday.” She pretended that scooting to the end of the couch was a gesture intended for his benefit. “What’s up? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”

“Just thought I’d say hi to my wife.” In order to sit down, the dirty plate had to go onto the table. No matter. He’d remember to bring it to the bathroom sink when the conversation reaches its dramatic peak. “I should be asking, what’s up with you? You seem a bit off.” His tone wasn’t accusatory. It felt gentle in its simplicity, apologetic for something that couldn’t be his fault, with a warmth Claudia still read as genuine.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t sleep very well.” And thus he should expect avoidant behavior; her eyes and demeanor spoke to that.

“Aw, come on, Miss Galaxy, Miss Nebula, Miss Pulsar.” To clarify, ‘Miss Red Giant’ and other heavy phrases were off the table as far as nicknames were concerned. “I know you. I know there’s something else.”

“I just feel like being by myself today. It’s not anything you need to worry about.”

“Ah, on the contrary, I can’t leave you alone when you’re feeling like this. If you’re unhappy, I’m unhappy. You’re unhappy, I’m unhappy.” Et cetera. On each repetition he improvised a different flamboyant way to point at the subject of each sentence; the delivery became more ermahgerd-adjacent, is the cleanest way to describe it. And heaven help her, she wouldn’t have made it this far without a genuine appreciation for this brand of ridiculousness, so that even today she obeyed a compulsion to laugh.

But what it meant for his mind to be distracted and for her demeanor to swerve toward pleasant compared to the depression rug she’d been two minutes ago, is that she could read the Bernard-y crap on her phone if she held it at the right angle. The phone’s gyroscope recognized that it was being pulled out of a pocket and decided that now, being held in her right hand with the screen facing left, was the time to wake up. Bing, mofo! You gotta text from a friend reacting to that Ok you sent earlier!

“Is that Aileen?”

Her right hand flew back into her pocket. This is why, despite metaphysics’s central role in belief systems, no one trusts gravity with their personal secrets.

One may question how gyroscopes work in this universe if fluids, or at least liquids, are unaffected by gravity, but not me

“You just feel like being alone, huh?” That smile, Claudia could say for sure was genuine. His joy of problem-solving also extended to people. “Look, we’ve talked about this. You don’t need to worry about bothering me. If you need attention, why not just say so? My time is yours.”

“That won’t—“

“—Be necessary. I know where you’re going with this.” Another smile at having figured it out, then his face fell flat. “But seriously, I’ve noticed we haven’t been spending as much time together, and I can’t say it enough, but I’m still so sorry about Selvadorada. That was one of the worst things I’ve ever done.”

This wasn’t news and didn’t call for a response. She wondered whether Aileen could see them from across the street.

“I know I’ve never been the perfect husband. I know I’ve made mistakes. Give me the chance to make it up to you. Please.”

Maybe he’d seen her look toward the front door, or maybe it could be construed as her eyes wandering during an awkward moment. She looked at eight more things to make sure.

“You know much I care about you, right?”

“I already told you, I’m just tired today. I need some alone time.”

“Yeah, whatever’s going on, it seems like a rough day. Why don’t you go make yourself a bath, and I’ll take the day off work to help with the chores.”

“But—“

“No-no, I know you’re going to say ‘it’s not necessary.’ Relax. I have like two week’s worth of vacation days and the planet isn’t gonna explode if I don’t show up. At least not today.” He said ‘it’s not necessary’ in her accent. He was already dialing his boss. “Plus I’ve missed my sunshine lately, Miss Sunshine.”

“But it’s not—“

“—‘Sup Miranda, I’m calling about today.”

It wasn’t having resisted the urge to snatch the phone out of his hands that bothered her; it was that she had that urge to begin with, so long after she’d convinced herself passivity came natural to her. But with the opposite of passivity being action—any one of hundreds of thousands of possible actions—there was no opposite side of the spectrum to deflect to, only the reassurance that deflecting, in the first place, counted as an action. Fleeing counted as an action. There wasn’t a rule that steps in the right direction needed to be badass or be performed when her husband wasn’t distracted or change anyone’s behavior but her own.

“Yeah, I’m going to use one of my vacation days.”

To the bar, where else?

“No, it’s not an emergency.”

No, it wasn’t going to raise any flags. For 9-A.M. Claudia, popping the cork on a bottle of Cranerlet Nuala raised the same level of suspicion as twisting the cap on a tube of toothpaste. Any self-pity she emoted couldn’t be seen from behind a glass bottle.

“Well, can’t you get Rob to do it?… Okay then, thanks Miranda. See you tomorrow.”

more like Miss Moonshine hyuck hyuck

Fuck today. All of it.

14 thoughts on “Sunshine and Laughter (Part V)

  1. Noooooo! The sound of our hearts breaking! Crack! Oh, the entourage is going to be mad, maybe murderously so. She’s so trapped.

    I think it’s the gnomes and the jokes about semi-colons that attract New-Agers; who can resist?

    This is really Claudia’s story, I feel–she’s the core of CT.

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    1. Murderously! Maybe Bernard could get there but he’d still prefer a verbal smackdown.

      So do you see Claudia as the protagonist? That’s interesting. I think of CT as not having a protagonist, although you could roughly identify one for specific groups: Claudia for Jeong-Espinosa Gen 1, Xiyuan for Liu Gen 1, Shu for Liu Gen 2—obviously—and you could make a case for either Charlie or Kendra for Jeong-Espinosa Gen 2 at this point. But it’s true that Claudia is the Original Sim, and she’s touched everyone’s lives in some way. Very interesting take.

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      1. Yeah, originally, I saw it as an ensemble story, or maybe as Shu’s story, or even shifting by arc. But the themes seem to crystalize in Claudia’s story–even the chapters focusing on other characters can be seen to contrast or highlight Claudia’s experience. I might not always keep this interpretation, but for right now, it’s the one that helps me integrate and make sense of the whole. Let’s call Claudia the semi-colon and Shu the gnome.

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      2. Ok, I LOVE this analysis. Let’s pretend that was intentional. For a story centered around uncertainty and paradoxes, the only thing better than ‘no protagonist’ is ‘can’t figure out whether there’s a protagonist.’ Hahaha!

        I wish there were a reading group for this, or something, because it feels like everyone’s picking up a lot more than they’re letting on.

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      3. Oh, that would be the dream. I’ll put out feelers sometime between the end of Book II (late July) and the start of Book III. The ending of Book II will give y’all a *lot* to talk about.

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  2. I don’t know if I can adequately describe how tense this chapter made me feel and motherfucking bravo! One of the (many) times we left when I was kid was a situation like this. I can remember trying to eat cereal in the living room and watch cartoons like normal before my dad left for work, all the while knowing that the U-Haul was secretly due in an hour and did I separate out all the toys I really wanted? Because If it couldn’t fit in a box in the car it was going to storage.

    I can remember the near glee of feeling “almost out” just like Claudia did as she was texting with her entourage (just call me Team “Entourage as a Descriptor”). I can also remember the terror when he mentioned only pulling a half a day and upending all our plans. It feels like a very slow-moving train-wreck and you can’t think about how to get out of the way. Claudia glancing around the room so it doesn’t give away how much she is look at (mourning?) the door, just hit me in the feels.

    I think by that particular departure, my mother had a bit more Bernard in her than Claudia does. Nothing and no one was keeping us in the house (she called for a police escort). And while I was yelling “just call the police that theoretically exist in this universe but don’t seem to actually be integrated into gameplay even with Get to Work!” I also knew it was a moot point.

    And here’s where I’m just over the moon about this chapter. False starts are part of the process. We want Claudia to give Mike the finger and roll out. We want Bernard and Xiyuan (and fine okay even Aileen) to be waiting outside, daring Mike to cross them because goddamn would that feel good and isn’t that how it is on the movies? Some stories are about triumph. We need them. Other stories are about that space between triumph and what we actually do most of the time.

    At the beginning of this, I didn’t know if I was reading Claudia Leaves Mike Take 1 or 1000. I still don’t. And that makes it thrilling.

    A+ captions. All the time with Bernard Xiyuan does feel super intimate, I LOVE IT (yes, me and my dark smutty little heart said it).

    Whew. So much to unpack, but this comment is long enough already right? Why am I like this? LOL. But big question though: is Mike actually dangerous? I can’t tell if I’m just putting my own personal shit on him or not (to be clear, his is trash and a huge asshole).

    Obviously, I would 100% reading group the hell out of this, even if I am pretty lazy about the forum.

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    1. Holy. Shit. This is the best comment. This is real as shit. Thank you for trusting me with that info. Sometimes it feels like I’m shouting into the void, then someone else fluent in the languages of fear and pain pops up and… might actually be getting something out of this? Even if it’s a bleak acknowledgement that escaping is harder than it looks? I’m glad I clicked that link in the forums, then. There’s supposed to be a catharsis-in-shared-suffering vibe and it’s just the most encouraging damn thing to hear when someone else benefits from it.

      This chapter will probably hit you harder than it’s hitting me. My vibe’s more the 10-year-old watching the 800th Disney movie where everything’s going to be fine because the protagonist’s family loves them so much, flatly wondering what they did wrong. And we definitely need a variety of stories. Some people write because they want to communicate deeper truths and that’s fine. Some people want to construct a fictional universe to they can control everything that happens. But if you’re starting from the axiom that everyone has to hold unfalsifiable beliefs in order to make sense of the world around them, so no one really knows what the fuck is going on—especially the author—and choose a medium that lets you have less control over the story, it makes sense to stray away from ‘the truest thing you know’ and write exploratory narratives about situations you can’t neatly resolve. It’s still as wrong as the other narratives, just in a different way.

      Is Mike dangerous? That’s a question that’ll have to wait. You’re already privy to the insidious shit I’m trying to highlight: it’s not hard to figure out what happens if someone gives you a black eye, but if someone whittles your self-confidence down to nothing without raising a hand, without raising his voice, without overt verbal abuse and with a smile on his face the whole time, how the fuck are you going to catch that? Explain that? Heal from that? There’s already a bit of escapism in this chapter: Claudia’s friends believe her and are on her side.

      Inside me there are two wolves: one is trying to meaningfully advance the plot and stay on schedule and the other is spamming Xiyuan/Bernard fluff. That second one puts up a hell of a fight.

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      1. You need both wolves.

        Catharsis in shared suffering – yes. Sometimes I write a really bleak version of a chapter just to get the release. Even if ultimately I end up saving it for later in the story, it still helps.

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    1. Ok so I went ahead and reread from the start. I have been thinking it was two separate stories running. And I missed this chapter and read the latest one first so that added to the confusion. OH jeez. I get it now. No not cute anymore, but definitely the kind to binge read from ch1 to ++ just to compare the different timelines and changes. Aw man now I’m sad. But the style is really fresh and new to me.

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      1. There you go! So I’m sure you know what it’s like to have random men on the street assume you’re too dumb to press the crosswalk button or figure out doors because you’re a yOUnG LAdY. That stuff used to get on my nerves because every unsolicited explanation was condescending or flawed or flat-out wrong. Maybe that’s why the story is demanding sometimes, because I know what it feels like to be bombarded by explanations that I consider unnecessary. I’d rather trust in the reader’s intelligence. And it worked out here 🙂

        (Funfact: you know the attribution tags you put in dialogue so the reader knows who’s speaking? And how usually you can drop those in a conversation between two people because the reader assumes the speakers are alternating? My favorite author has written conversations between *four* characters with no attribution tags whatsoever—even at the beginning of the conversation—because he expects you to be able to figure it out from context. That’s the ultra-confusing school of thought I come from, haha.)

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  3. Well this felt very tense. The guys in the group chat were stressing me out. Although it’s very noble of Aileen and Xiyuan to put their past aside and come through for Claudia like that.

    I’m not sure I fully get why Claudia leaving Mike needs to be some sort of big undercover thing, definitel seems like I’m missing a part of the full picture here, which could literally be me having missed something, or the strategic chaos of timelines through which you’ve been unfolding this chapter 😊 But the way she’s trying to do it sneakily and undetected implies that either a) she believes him to be completely unhinged and is terrified of his reaction or b) thinks she could not go through with it if she was to say that she’s leaving him to his face becajse he’d turn on the charm.

    The urgency of this part and this underlining darkness reads as if it’s option a, but then, have we really seen anything to imply Mike is truly dangerous? Not to my recollection, but of course, we don’t get to see everything, sl just because I/we haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it isn’t true. But if that was the case, would she really leave Hector with him? Hm. I don’t know. I’m still confused, but this lingering sense of dread on the horizon is hard to ignore, whatever the case.

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    1. Have you seen anything to imply Mike is truly dangerous? Now that’s something to ruminate on. Claudia herself isn’t quite sure why she’s feeling this dread; it’s like her intuition is aware of something she can’t prove with rational thought yet. If you’re choked by tension but you’re not quite sure why, you’re right there with her.

      But you’ve inspired me to maybe later go into detail on how many red flags Mike’s been throwing in this chapter…

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