When Sunny was little, some of her relatives--not her mother, because being a medical doctor she didn't have time for this kind of nonsense--said that her eyes were hazel because God ran out of the right color. She had of course wondered how it was possible for, y'know, God to be in that situation, but talking back to your elders just wasn't an option.
Still, now she found herself thinking, Ah. So that's where God put it.
"Thank you," she said automatically as she tried to think of a good, concise explanation for why she was more or less staring at him. "I'm sorry, I thought that you might've..." Oh, hell with it. "Thought you might've been albino, too."
But there were other things. His accent said almost as clearly as hers did that he hadn't grown up here. Lived here considerably longer than she had, but wasn't a native. That was interesting.
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Date: 2015-04-24 03:19 pm (UTC)Still, now she found herself thinking, Ah. So that's where God put it.
"Thank you," she said automatically as she tried to think of a good, concise explanation for why she was more or less staring at him. "I'm sorry, I thought that you might've..." Oh, hell with it. "Thought you might've been albino, too."
But there were other things. His accent said almost as clearly as hers did that he hadn't grown up here. Lived here considerably longer than she had, but wasn't a native. That was interesting.