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From Scratch (Chapter 3)
Story written on January 26, 2012 by Casual Watcher.
“Hi,” Nicky smiled warmly, rearranging the knife and fork so that he could flatten his comic over the plate before him.
“Hey, Nicky,” Dylan smiled, “what’re you reading?” Nicky held up his comic, showing her the front cover so that she could read the title for herself, and went on to explain a little of what was happening. Nodding along to acknowledge she was listening to his recollection of the plotline, Dylan stated, “I used to be into comics when I was younger, too…the Superman ones were my favourite.”
“I like The Avengers,” Nicky answered, causing Dylan to let out a small laugh and mention something about ‘DC’ and ‘Marvel’, though he wasn’t quite sure he understood the meaning behind her words.
The conversation was halted by the call of lunch and Peter and Andrew soon joined the others at the garden table, placing down a bowl of pasta and a separate bowl of salad. A light discussion was brought up over lunch, the children doing their best to irritate each other, and later excused themselves from the table to play while the grown ups talked.
“So, Dylan, you’re a filmmaker?” Helena questioned, intrigued by the only other woman present.
Nodding, Dylan answered, “Yeah. I film documentaries, mainly.” Helena made a general noise of backchannel, showing her interest in the topic, and so she continued, “I’ve erm… actually just finished filming one. I was working with a group of kids in an orphanage in Haiti, and these are children who have lost their families in the ‘quakes, y’know, they have nothing…”
“Oh, god,” Helena sighed, showing clear signs of discomfort at the thought.
“Yeah, it was awful. And they’re really great kids. too. Some of the workers and volunteers there knew a little English, but we had an interpreter to help. The conditions they live in, though…” she shook her head a little and continued, “It just really made me appreciate what I have, I guess,” Dylan paused a second, a small smile playing at her lips as she watched the Englishwoman.
“Definitely,” Helena agreed, and a quiet fell upon their end of the table, allowing Helena a chance to glance up at her brother and realise that he was looking their way. Smiling at him, she took a sip from her plastic cup and sat back in her chair.
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This is some good stuff. You’re doing a great job with this and balancing school and all that. Thank you ; )