"Did you leave your sweater in the hole?"
"Who cares?"
"It would have been better showing up in a sleeveless sweatshirt than nothing at all. Plus it's cold, my nipples are trying poke holes through my bra." She covers her breasts again as best she can before you can see.
"Brandon will see the bandages and understand."
"I hope so. He can be really scary when it comes to this sorta thing. I always had to leave the house in stuffy outfits and change at school until senior year. I forgot to change back one day and he fucking lost it." She looks really worried.
You two start walking back through the thicket with Moe following closely. Under your feet twigs crack in the dark and grass rustles with each step.
"Did he hit you or something?"
"No he's not a monster, but he'd yell for a while and had a look of "how could you?" It makes me feel awful, like he wants to disown me. Does that make sense?"
"Not really but I'm not you or a daughter. Different rules I guess. I didn't have a dress code but he made it clear I was to support you girls and other chivalric bullshit. He always tells me: You aren't meant to shape the world boyo, you're meant to support this family and our daughters. Whatever that means."
"What were you doing before all this ?"
"Umm...camping? You were there I'm pretty sure. Although that might have been the other sister, I think her name's Rita or something." She laughing.
"Smart ass. I meant back home, after high school. We weren't really involved in each others lives all that much during high school or after we graduated. Were you in college..."
You continue to walk through the woods.
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