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pascal_curious
“Black as night and sweet as sin.”
Every time Chloe Singleton made herself a cup of coffee, those words came to mind. Chloe preferred her coffee unadulterated; black and bitter. It was her mother who had taken her coffee with sugar. She was the one in the family who had always used the phrase “black as night and sweet as sin”. Chloe couldn’t help thinking of her mother every time she made herself a pot.
It was funny, Chloe thought, how the expression could make something as innocuous as coffee seem almost forbidden, something not to be spoken of. That was why she had once used the phrase a dark handsome exchange student she had dated in her junior year of college. If her mother had ever found out about Amhid, she would have been appalled that Chloe had gone back on her promise not to date until she finished college. Chloe smiled dreamily as she remembered the many nights she and Amhid had spent together in his co-ed dorm. She wondered whatever had happened to him and where he was now.
Chloe’s reminiscing was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She picked it up and pushed the call button.
“H’lo?”
The male voice on the other end cleared his throat before speaking.
“Hi,” he said. Chloe thought he sounded nervous. He made another small cough before continuing. “I am looking for Glabe Singleton. I’ve been trying to find her for months. I hope this is finally the right number.”
Chloe hated calls like this. She hated having to tell callers that Glabe Singleton was dead. Chloe had gotten into the habit of asking what business the people were calling on and if it didn’t sound like something important enough for her to waste her breath on, like bill collectors (Chloe was surprised when bill collectors from the hospital called and they didn’t even know that the patient had died), she hung up on them. She knew they would call back later, but hopefully Lola would be the one to answer the phone when they did. Lo was always much better at handling things like that.
“May I ask your reason for calling?” Chloe asked haughtily.
The voice at the other end sounded almost cowed by Chloe’s tone of voice. It took a lot of self control for Chloe not to blurt “This had better be good, buddy, or I ‘m hanging up on you!”
“I recently found out that Ms. Singleton was good friends with my late father when they were young. I was hoping that I could talk to her about my dad.”
This was certainly not what Chloe had been expecting. Her standard operating procedure had just been chucked out the window, and she was at a loss for what to say.
There was an uncomfortable silence while Chloe struggled to find the words she should use.
“Are you still there?” the male voice asked.
“Yeah,” Chloe said. “I was just thinking. I’m not quite sure what to say.”
“You could start by saying that I finally have the right number,” he suggested hopefully.
Chloe chuckled. “I think you probably do,” Chloe told him, “but the problem is that Ms. Singleton, Mom, passed away about three months ago.”
“Oh, wow.” He said. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t see an obituary or anything. I have been looking for her for a while now.”
“That’s okay. You couldn’t have known.” Chloe hated this. The callers were always so apologetic and probably felt like giant assholes. “Mom insisted that we shouldn’t put an obit in the paper.”
“That makes sense,” the man mumbled before asking, “I wouldn’t happen to be speaking to Chloe or Lola would I?”
“This is Chloe,” she told him. As soon as she said it, she realized that she shouldn’t have. She had no idea who this guy was, and how he knew her and Lo’s names. He could be a crazed stalker or something, or a very crafty bill collector. Chloe’s curiosity completely trampled her instincts, and she asked him “and what do you mean ‘that makes sense’?”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” he apologized. “It just seems that your mom went out of her way to make sure nobody could find her.”
“That doesn’t make any sense at all! Why would she do that? Unless… you are some kind of stalker or something, and she was trying to hide from you.”
This time the man chuckled. “I promise I am not a stalker,” he explained.
“Well, I’m reserving the right to continue believing you are a stalker until you give me a good reason not to.”
“Completely understandable,” he said.
Chloe didn’t want to admit it, but she was already starting to like this guy. He sounded nice, and like he had a good sense of humor.
“I’m waiting,” she told him.
The man took a deep breath before he spoke.
“I think there is a distinct possibility that you and your sister might be related to me.”
Chloe’s heart felt like it dropped out of her chest onto the floor. “How’s that?” she asked tentatively.
“I think you and Lola might be my sisters… well, half-sisters.”
“What’s your name?” Chloe asked.
“Pascal Curious.”
“Holy shit,” muttered Chloe.
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Date: 2011-06-10 10:52 am (UTC)By the way, hope you don't mind if I added you as a friend so that I'll know when you update (:
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Date: 2011-06-10 11:02 am (UTC)I will do the same if you don't mind.
I'm glad I have inspired you to play S-town. It really is a lot a fun. I didn't want to play it either when I first got the game, but look at me now!
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Date: 2011-06-10 06:28 pm (UTC)I'm curious to see who you make Glabe. I have my own ideas, but yours always have a dose of realism mixed with the fantasical.
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Date: 2011-06-13 10:48 am (UTC)I will tell you, however, that Chloe is a lot like Lazlo and Lo is like Pascal, but a million times more reserved/anal. Take that however you like. Lo is definitely the grownup in the family.
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Date: 2011-06-10 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-11 11:01 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-06-10 10:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-11 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-28 07:30 pm (UTC)