They passed two of them on the stairs now. Without looking at them they shifted to allow Cassidy and Murella to pass by. They clutched their lagers along with their smoking fingers and turned their faces away in apparent shame. They chose not to acknowledge that other people have eyes. They did not want to give them the opportunity to judge how lucid they were. They were simply lost in these stairwells. Even hunched over in this diminished state, the man was huge but somehow seemed to allow his coat to swallow him so that neither Murella nor Cassidy could make out his face. The girl was young, with a little more awareness of the outside world, and just enough intrigue left within her to make her glance briefly in their direction. Still, her face did not stay long enough for either of them to be able to recall what she looked like. As they passed, the man allowed a low rumble to escape from deep down inside his coat.
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know. He wasn’t talking to us was ‘e.”
Murella closed the door behind them and dumped her bag on the floor. Why was Cassidy so full of annoying questions today? This wasn’t the day for it. Murella had risen with a headache and spent the whole day trying to free herself from it. She was never going to be able to shake it off if Cassidy persisted in this vein. After all it wasn’t as if her friend was a stranger to all this. The Kryptonians were always around but never proved such a source of huge fascination but today…
“I don’t know how you put up with it Moo.”
“I mean there’s spit everywhere, the place stinks of piss the whole time…”
“I mean you can’t blame the cleaners for not coming round really. It’s disgusting.”
“Look Cas, you know how your mum’s really fat? Well I don’t harp on about it all the time do I? Like come round your house going ‘oh, your mum’s really fat, she never gets off the sofa, she’s really really fat, have you noticed how really really fat your mum is?’“
“Alright!” Cassidy screwed up her face in distaste.
“Well I know where I live, you don’t need to draw my attention to it do you?”
“It never bothered you before.”
“Yes it did.”
“No it didn’t. I harp on about it all the time. You never got so uptight about it.”
“Well maybe I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
“Oh, but this is much better right, calling my mum fat?”
“Well she is fat.”
“I know she’s fat.”
“That’s exactly my point.” The two were quiet for a time before Murella lowered her tone to a solemnity. “There’s just some things that you don’t have control over, aren’t there?”
In their short lives so many things had become an impossibility. They did not need discussing, or at least Murella had thought they were way past the point of discussion.
“Did you see that guy? He was built like a brick shit’ouse.”
“Again… did not need stating.”