Being Reminded of Great Hammer
adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions- “If he ever comes back, I’ll poison him.”
- a silent, internal chuckle
- I had scarcely begun
- “I mean, it’s not a homing pigeon.”
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Being reminded of Great Hammer set me adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he’d been more of a brother to me than any of my blood relatives. On the other hand, he was probably the one who betrayed my father. I mean, someone had to do it, and in all likelihood it would have been me eventually.
Thor’s position on the matter was unambiguous: “If he ever comes back, I’ll poison him.” I knew he meant it, too, and I knew how easy it would be for him to do it. Everyone knew of Great Hammer’s fatal weakness for soup. I remembered him in his corner before a match, blowing on his soup, and a silent, internal chuckle clunked against the roof of my mouth.
“You didn’t answer me,” Isaac groused. “What does it mean?”
If I didn’t say something to misdirect her, there was a chance Isaac could land too close to the truth on her own. I had scarcely begun to draw the breath with which to misdirect her when a loud honking sound and a blast of feathers interrupted.
“Gordon!” Isaac exclaimed. “I never expected to see you again.”
A goose ran around her legs. It stopped and curled its neck against her thigh, stretching its wings forward. If I didn’t know better I would think it was hugging her.
“I set Gordon free from the roof of this building two weeks ago,” Isaac explained.
“Then is it really so weird it came back?”
“I mean, it’s not a homing pigeon.”
“Wait, what’s that thing on Gordon’s leg?” I asked.
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