081413 #worm #roach Back at Esriel's Cafe, Krim finished up. She took out the trash, topped off the ketchups (do you have any idea how old the stuff in the bottom of the bottles must be?), cleaned off the counter. She was not thinking about any of it, of course, except to the extent that she was making her sidework a sideshow for Ltiky, whom she acutely felt watching her every dimpled move; she thought she was thinking about Ltiky, and where she wanted that relationship to go, if anywhere, but what she was really thinking about was how further to torment Ltiky. He just begged to be tortured. But she didn't fully realize all this yet. She was young. Not so young as she appeared, but she was young. Finally, they left, and they were all, shut up! no you shut up! and giggles; the pathos of their astonishing youth was not lost on Hanad; she sighed.