“ I have, I love classic literature actually. ” Cee smiles at the woman, Elizabeth, the name is in her mind with a glance. Whatever might be entwined in her tone is lost on Cee, and simply thinks she’s making pleasant conversation about books which, perhaps, she is, despite the dark humour behind the words. “ It’s one of my favorites. ”
❝And what did you think of it?❞
Her tone is less bitter now, genuine curiosity piqued in the obliviousness to any negative undertone. Is it the words that strike a chord, or the meaning behind them? The nuanced intricacies of such a classical text have always been open to interpretation, but taste and relatability are two different things. Two polarised and contradicting angles of discussion really, if she wanted to get technical. For Betty it’s the similarity to experiences lived that bites with ironic teeth; but she can see the appeal beyond the parallels. She can understand the lure and appeal of a good, quality book.
❝I always thought Hyde was the one getting the RAW deal.❞