Saturday, October 15, 2016

Escape: Day 12

Word Count: 72,006

Summary of Events:
Trace went to visit the president of the homebuilder whose showhome Dallis had broken into and ended up — not really by any persuasive arguments on his part — getting them to agree to drop all the charges against Dallis. Dallis was then released and listened to Trace explain feminism while they walked to a restaurant to have lunch. After lunch they had ice cream for dessert — which Dallis had never had — and Trace got to watch her eat ice cream for the first time, which actually made him get a little choked up.

Excerpt of the Day:
""If the feminists would treat men like they'd like to see women be treated, then maybe I'd be more inclined to think feminists aren't so bad, but being as they're doing to us what they don't want us to do to them, I can't buy it."
Dallis nodded. "So are we eating here or what?"
Trace looked over at the counter and sighed. "Yeah, you alright with chicken fingers and fries?"
Dallis nodded.
Trace slid out of his seat and walked over to join the line.
Dallis set her feet on his seat so as to make sure she didn't get any unwelcome company from the other people in the restaurant, especially after the way some of the men had looked at her.
It did kind of make sense, honestly, that if people wanted to be treated nicely they should treat others nicely, and, additionally, it made Dallis feel a little guilty. She hadn't exactly been treating Trace very nicely, and yet he seemed to be bending over backwards for her.
The thing was, she didn't really know how to be nice to people, being as Trace was the only person who had ever been nice to her in her life, so she had to learn how to be nice to people.
Dallis shifted her jaw. Now that Trace had brought that up she was starting to feel badly for being so unkind to him, but she wasn't really even sure she could trust him, or anyone else, and even though it would probably be nice of her to apologise, she was a little reticent of the idea, as there was always the possibility that he might just want her to acknowledge his niceness and then put in place conditions for its continuance.
Overall, Dallis couldn't really say she knew what to do. Trace was quite nice — even if sometimes she wished he'd just go away and let her do it all by herself — and was doing a lot more for her than anyone else ever had, and without complaining that he wasn't getting anything in return, but she couldn't be fully certain.
Sighing, Dallis looked over at Trace, who was giving their order, it appeared. She felt rather confused and uncertain about a lot of things, the only thing that was reassuring right about now was the fact that the men weren't around.
But then again, that was only a matter of time. Trace had said when he'd last visited her that it'd been rather baffling to him that the men hadn't showed up yet, so, honestly, they could show up at any time, and now that she'd been released he couldn't go back to Canada, drop off his oranges, and come back — possibly — in a different vehicle.
Instead, they were just going to have to sit around and wait for the men to show up, being as it was more than likely that her passport wouldn't be ready before the men showed up, no matter how long it was going to take them to get here."

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