24th Day of Summer, 512 AV It had been some time since Tock had last spoken to Monty. She was pissed at him, and had progressed well beyond the point of needing a reason to stay angry. It was no longer about what he had done or whether her anger was even justified. She was a woman scorned, and her anger justified itself. Thus as far as she was concerned, she was right, he was wrong, and it would go on until he admitted it and apologized. He had tried to sidestep the apology by sending the little girl, Lissa, to speak for him. Maybe he thought the girl's cute face would soften the blow, or that Tock wouldn't shout and curse at a child. If so, he was wrong. "Oy, if'n he ain't come down 'ere an 'pologize 'isself," Tock had yelled at the girl, "'en 'e's nothin' but a selfish bastard what ain't knows a good friend what when she's right in fronna 'im!" Then Lissa had protested, wringing her hands. Unbeknownst to Tock, Monty hadn't come himself because he was bed bound. "But, he can't come down," she had said. "He's ill, Miss. But he's very worr--" Tock had cut the girl off and said, "Oy, 'en I done were right, an' 'e ain't no good 'nough as is, an' I ain't takin' no 'poligy from 'im what til 'e done gets fixed up like 'e done shoulda already, an' walks 'is skinny arse down 'ere what fer ta 'poligize in person!" She had then shooed the child off, sending her back to tell Monty that Tock wouldn't take any apology from him unless it was in person, and when he was well enough to be back on his own two feet. Meanwhile, Tock had spent a good part of the week making repairs to the very same tailor's shop that she had visited with Monty a few weeks ago. She had left a bit of an impression on the shopkeepers, and thus they had requested she make the needed repairs (though the fact that they could only afford to pay her in cheap clothing instead of cold hard mizas had a lot to do with why they hired her instead of an expert). She had been stopping by after school and work each day, replacing the broken sign post out front, and working on the stone carving needed to replace a busted pillar out front. It had been a somewhat frustrating week, considering most of the people who frequented West Street looked down on a working girl like Tock. She was just finishing up for the day, packing up her tools, and gathering her babies to head home. She didn't have any reason to think Monty would find her here. She hadn't been at home much lately, between her day job, classes, and all the extra work load she had taken on at The Saville. If he had tried her at home, she hadn't been there. And she sure as hell wasn't about to go seek him out. After all, he was the one who had gone and gotten sick on her, so it should be his responsibility to come apologize for it. |