Fresh from the fax...
by Joan Frances Turner
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JFT: You need to tell your brother to stop bothering me. I haven't written down anything but what you told me, if he's got a problem with that he should take it up with you.
JP: (Picks up a broken tree branch from the ground. Writes "Jim" in the dirt at our feet, then sweeps one rotten, gas-swollen foot over it, shaking her head and making the groaning sound that has to pass for laughter now. Her eyes are rueful. Drops the branch, glances down at Jim's half-erased name and with her one remaining arm taps fingers to her temple in a gesture not requiring translation.)
JFT: He didn't seem terribly…stable, no. (Awkward silence.) So do you need anything? Supplies or…something? I'll bring you anything except humans or their pets. Conflict of interest there.
JP: (Considers this, then makes the hand gesture "human": arm bent and forearm pointing upward, five fingers all spread out. Closes the fingers and moves her palm forward: "Go away." Stretches her arm out before her, palm faces downward, and sweeps it in a straight line through the air: "Stay away.")
JFT: Well, that's easy enough, I suppose. (Awkward silence.) I hope I haven't offended you.
JP: (Shakes her head, shrugs, picks up the tree branch again. With some effort, scratches in the dirt: "Good fences make good neighbors.")
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Interview of Jessie Porter by Joan Frances Turner
Based on character from Dust. © 2010. All rights reserved.
by Joan Frances Turner
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by Joan Frances Turner
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