Susan titters at what description Salome can manage. "Really, like an idiot? So he's really interested in her, you think?" Now that's a trip. This girl must have money, or be valuable to someone who has money, or something. She can't imagine Richard as being particularly lovestruck.
Then again, she can't imagine Richard getting up to what he gets up to these days, either. As much as she'd like to think she knows 'her boy' backward and forward, Susan doesn't have a fucking clue about just how deep and disturbed his sadistic penchants run. Oh, she was vaguely aware that he liked to go out and take advantage of a girl now and again, but serial rape seems a far cry from the occasional torture-murder.
If she ever finds out, she might actually be a little appalled for a few seconds.
"Well, of course it's his business. I'm just saying it must be awkward getting to know somebody who has a chance of being your stepmother." Susan slides back into her seat, legs crossing beneath the cramped little kitchen table. "And if you look at it like that, then it really is just as much your business. This is your life his decisions are effecting, after all." She gives a little 'tsk' and shakes her head. "But, he can be selfish. I wouldn't expect anything less."
Taking a deep breath of the scent of the coffee before her, Susan takes a long sip and sighs, shaking her head again. "I just hope he doesn't spend less time with you because he's got some shiny new toy to play with. Poor thing, you already see so little of him, only, what, two, maybe three days a week? Frankly, I'm surprised that he's bothering to-- well." She offers that sly grin from behind the rim of her mug, singing out a little, "I shouldn't ruin it."
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Date: 2012-08-11 01:06 am (UTC)Then again, she can't imagine Richard getting up to what he gets up to these days, either. As much as she'd like to think she knows 'her boy' backward and forward, Susan doesn't have a fucking clue about just how deep and disturbed his sadistic penchants run. Oh, she was vaguely aware that he liked to go out and take advantage of a girl now and again, but serial rape seems a far cry from the occasional torture-murder.
If she ever finds out, she might actually be a little appalled for a few seconds.
"Well, of course it's his business. I'm just saying it must be awkward getting to know somebody who has a chance of being your stepmother." Susan slides back into her seat, legs crossing beneath the cramped little kitchen table. "And if you look at it like that, then it really is just as much your business. This is your life his decisions are effecting, after all." She gives a little 'tsk' and shakes her head. "But, he can be selfish. I wouldn't expect anything less."
Taking a deep breath of the scent of the coffee before her, Susan takes a long sip and sighs, shaking her head again. "I just hope he doesn't spend less time with you because he's got some shiny new toy to play with. Poor thing, you already see so little of him, only, what, two, maybe three days a week? Frankly, I'm surprised that he's bothering to-- well." She offers that sly grin from behind the rim of her mug, singing out a little, "I shouldn't ruin it."