Emily looks over to Kathleen.
"So. Kathleen. What kind of music are you into?" Emily asks.
"Almost everything, but Rap. Sibelius is good," Kathleen says.
"You lisen to Finnish music?" Emily asks.
"Only Sibelius," Kathleen says.
(Country! Finland will rise! Riise!~Anna.)
"Well. That is interesting. What do you wanna do with life?" Emily asks.
"Author or Journalist," Kathleen says.
"Hey! Journalist or something with the wed," Emily says.
Kathleen nods.
"Well. Why did you live with two adults? Like. Your dad..," Emily says.
"No parents," Kathleen says.
"So. They were adoptive parents?" Emily asks.
"They didn't want me callin' them 'parents'," Kathleen says.
"What?" Emily asks.
"I was more of a maid," Kathleen says.
"Did you get paid?" Emily asks.
"Not with money," Kathleen says.
"Whit What?" Emily asks.
"With less violence," Kathleen says.
"What does that mean?" Emily asks.
"They were abusive," Kathleen says.
"Oh. Sorry. How long?" Emily asks.
"3 years. The male drove badly and got the family dead," Kathleen says.
"Oh. I'm so sorry. Was that the house We went into?" Emily asks.
Kathleen nods.
"Um. Kathleen?" Emily asks.
"Yea'?" Kathleen asks.
"Um. You aren't a virgin and have never been in a relationship. So. Um," Emily says.
Kathleen nods.
"Oh my-. Kathleen. I'm so sorry for you," Emily says.
Kathleen rolls her eyes.
"Was it more then ones?" Emily asks.
Kathleen nods.
"Oh no. And i was so mean to you for not letting me touch you. Or see you change. Poor you," Emily says.
Kathleen nods and looks out of the window.
"So. Do you trust me?" Emily asks.
Kathleen looks over to Emily.
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