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Love on a Train: Chapter Dos (Part I)

Title: Love on a Train, Chapter II
Author: heather_hogan
Translation: Lily & Kat Fans Staff
Note: Forget clear in the first part, Heather said: "The story begins on a train, ending a train. The center is a totally different story. " Lest you are confused with this part, it's sooner than we saw in the first:) And this part we had to divide it into several because it is too long upload kept in one.

Naomi The only consolation was the day they buried Freddie - "they buried him," said his mother - was the ridiculous outfit Katie. I was fascinated by the clothes he wore Katie prostitute while the pastor was talking about sheep and green pastures, made her feel less alone in their incompetence. Naomi did not know what to say, how to give, where to put your hands. And of course Katie Fitch did not know how to dress.

If Naomi had had time to think if I had time to think about anything these past few days, she would have said that none of his friends have no idea how to behave at a funeral. But Emily knew what to do, know what to do from the moment they received the call. As always. When he was not comforting Effy or Katie, she was baking cakes for the family of Freddie, with Effy and Katie sitting on the kitchen table - Katie facing the wall, and Effy smoking dope as fast as his fingers could On again.

When they came to the funeral, Emily hugged the father of Freddie, saying that Freddie had been one of the nicest and most loyal people I had met. He said he would miss. She noted that Emily had sent flowers, signed with both names. Naomi was just looking at the ground until they came.

She had not been to church since, well, ever. At least not if you count the trips to cathedrals and abbeys. This church was not like that, there was no stone columns, windows had no saints or lambs. The walls were green lagoon looked like a faded postcard - "Cool Aloe", named Naomi imagined. O "Garden brilliant" - and had a carpet instead of tile. He wondered if Freddie had come to this church as a child. He tried to imagine - short pants for his thin legs, short tie for his long torso - coloring pictures of a couple ark with animals jumping out the window, singing hymns and praying aloud.

Believing that he had always been easy for him.

Naomi sat on the end of a bench, close enough to see Freddie's body in the coffin if I wanted to see it. Heard people say that seemed like he was sleeping, which, frankly, was unlikely: His head had been beaten with a bat. The only Naomi who had been sleeping was Emily, and think it made him have nausea. She would not let your mind imagine Emily in a coffin, she would not do that. Emily squeezed her hand tightly and squeezed Emily too. She probably thought that Naomi was touched by the lambs. It was not.

Emily held Katie's hand on the other side, and Katie held the Effy. Effy held the Panda Panda and the Thomas, and Thomas of JJ - and Cook sat on the other end of the bench, without hitting anyone. Naomi thought, not for the first time that Emily let her go if she would do the same to him.

Naomi was not affected - after all, just had met Freddie - and was determined not to be affected. None of that shit was starring Katie dramatic, breaking to mourn a chance. He was not perfect. Katie had fooled with Effy, leaving in the forest near dead, Effy after a rock hit her in the head. Still, Katie cried.

could think Naomi What? "In good times he had with Freddie? They just had a conversation not about Effy. Was it intended to consider walking through the valley of the shadow of death, as the pastor said? It was a cliché, something imposed by hundreds of years by a patriarchal story "was aimed at reflect on the fragility of life? She had come to think of that when he saw Emily on the edge of the roof. (If you still squeezing the hand of Emily so strong, he would break his fingers.) Her mind was trying to drag her to a place he did not want to go, a place that was pushing away for months.

did not want to think about it. Conto crisscrossing lines in fishnet stockings Katie.

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were soaked and shivering when they came to the house of Naomi. The clouds had opened in a downpour at the grave of Freddie, and the only person who thought of carrying an umbrella was JJ. He gave it to Karen as soon as the first drops began to fall, while the rest crowded into the cold, rain, like a bunch of fucking brats on a novel by Charles Dickens. The spring of hope, Naomi thought. The winter of despair.

Naomi said he had put the kettle, and Emily and Katie took Effy up to seek a change of clothes.

Naomi What I really wanted was a bath of hot water (preferably with Emily), get under a warm blanket (preferably with Emily) and eat an entire vegetable pizza (half of meat for Emily). At least wanted to have a real conversation with Emily, but it seemed unlikely, as Effy, and Katie had followed the home - again.

enough when she made tea for the Royal Air France - because she was happy to do something useful - way to your room, throwing his wet clothes while walking. He opened the door to find the Fitch wrong in the middle of the room.

"Are you lost?" Naomi asked, grabbing a shirt and putting it quickly.

"Looking for something for myself, I can not find things for Emily."

"They are there, "said Naomi. She pointed to a corner of the room without looking. Katie's eyes followed his finger to where things were still saved Emily, and I look back to Naomi.

"Stop!" Katie said, crossing his arms over his chest when he realized that even looked at Naomi.

"Stop what?"

"You're comparing my body with Emily! "

" No, I do not. "

She was doing it, actually. The resemblance was uncanny. The faces of Emily and Katie did not look like anything, but their bodies were identical . Well, almost. Katie's torso had no such points cinnamon sugar, which fits perfectly with Naomi. I was happy to think that Emily and her, were the only two people in the world playing to connect with the lunar constellations. (Emily's favorite was Leo, starting with your belly button).

"Who has better boobs, then?" Katie asked Naomi, who turned to find a pair of pajama pants.

Emily

"Mentira," said Katie. "Mine are bigger."

"The Emily are smaller. "

" Mine look better in underwear! "

"I have serious doubts about that." Naomi put on pajama pants and his legs trembled as he tried to put on a pair of wool socks for Emily. It was very cold in your room.

"Damn," said Katie. Digging through wet clothes, finding the black bra and put it back. She covered her breasts and took a turn. When finished, under his arms in a silent ta-da!

"What are you doing?" Asked Naomi.

"like underwear showing must look. Like this. "she said, emphasizing her cleavage with his hands like a game of personality," It's sexy. I saw the panties and bras Emily; are all colors, polka dots and My Little Ponies. "

" Need help finding something to wear? "

" I'm just trying to show you can do with a pair of tits Fitch appropriate. "

"I know what I can do with a proper pair of tits Fitch, Katie - and believe me, do not want to hear."

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Katie furrowed ceñoy took the only shirt that Emily was not in the bag. Naomi reached out and grabbed at the same time.

"That's not," she said.

"It's Emily."

"Yes, Emily is - but she does not want you wear. "

A shadow crossed the face of Katie, immediately erasing the good humor he had shown in their little fashion show. "We shared the clothes from birth. He does not care if borrowed. "

Katie pulled the shirt.

"Just put one right?" Naomi said, pulling the shirt too.

"She's my fucking sister, Naomi!"

"'She is my girlfriend whore, Katie!"


Part II