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Katie settles in pretty well into the house, and later, when a bed has been obtained, into Lizbeth's room. She wears Lizbeth's hand-me-downs to start, then gets her own clothes; she doesn't have strong opinions about what she should be wearing, but the sizing on Lizbeth's old things isn't really right, and there aren't all that many still lying around anyway.
She has inexplicably tidy handwriting - inexplicably has handwriting at all; inexplicably can spell fifteen words in twenty instead of zero - which she uses, rather a lot. She makes a list of things that are food and magnetizes it to the fridge for reference, adding to it when she locates more things that are food, and when she is trying to tackle complex books she takes notes on who all the characters are so she doesn't have to page backward to remind herself, and she discovers journaling, even though she doesn't have that many events to record.
One day, the event she has to record is: Chris says to morrow she wil go to the DMV and shud not have us ther becas it may take six ours. We wil be baybe sat. If I hav ben baybe sat be for I do not remembre it.
She is curious about the imminent babysitter, and is up bright and early on the day when same may be expected.
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Katie looks at it.
She licks her finger.
"It's sugary," she says. "Sugary and flowery."
She licks her finger.
"It's sugary," she says. "Sugary and flowery."
The hole in Katie's finger appears to be done leaking nonblood.
"What does it mean?"
"What does it mean?"
queensidecastle
"I'm... not completely sure," says Chris. "Mostly because I can't think of an explanation that makes any sense."
queensidecastle
"You don't!" she agrees. "You look like a person. But most people bleed blood, not... sugary flowery stuff."
"Well..." Katie ponders this. "Why do you do that? Maybe something got in the way of my why."
queensidecastle
"If something did, I have no idea what or how or exactly what it would've gotten in the way of," says Chris.
queensidecastle
"Evidence seems to loosely suggest that you're a plant, because those don't have heartbeats and do leak sweet flowery stuff if you poke holes in them. But I have no idea what that would even mean, because as far as I know, plants aren't the kinds of things that get up and walk around, or think or talk or come in people-like shapes."
"How do you tell for sure if something is a plant if you don't know?"
Katie grabs her notebook and goes to sit out on the front steps and write.
In a patch of sun.
In a patch of sun.
Katie sits out there writing for a long time.
She'd probably be sunburned by the time the sun went down if - well, if.
She'd probably be sunburned by the time the sun went down if - well, if.
Katie comes back in at sunset. She has strawberries for dinner, leaves and all.
queensidecastle
On one level, it seems obvious that she is a plant.
On another level, it seems like obvious nonsense that she could be a plant.
But it's also obvious nonsense that she has no heartbeat and bleeds sugar water, and at least that nonsense and the plant nonsense fit together in an obvious way. The fact that it's a silly explanation doesn't mean it's not the best explanation.
So... until she comes up with a better one, Katie is apparently a plant.
On another level, it seems like obvious nonsense that she could be a plant.
But it's also obvious nonsense that she has no heartbeat and bleeds sugar water, and at least that nonsense and the plant nonsense fit together in an obvious way. The fact that it's a silly explanation doesn't mean it's not the best explanation.
So... until she comes up with a better one, Katie is apparently a plant.
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