It honestly couldn't be worse than his own. He lived in a trailer down by the river. With a wall of burnt up cages by it. And a pest control van in front, with swarms of rats that were drawn to his music.
"Right. Well, my place is kind of...cramped. Especially if my dad's home, because that's three people in a tiny space." He paused, then added, "And it doesn't look too great right now because there was a fire in the yard."
A fire that Roddy started, but he wasn't mentioning that.
Funny. The same thing happened in her family. Rats, bats, wolves...her grandfather could control (and turn into) all of them. Her aunt was more the spider type. But still...similar ways.
Which is why Marilyn doesn't even bat an eye at the story. Whether she suspects Roddy is lying or not, she never lets it show on her face.
"Oh good. I'd hate to think of the poor things suffering." She offered the boy a small smile. "So I guess it's the library, then?"
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It honestly couldn't be worse than his own. He lived in a trailer down by the river. With a wall of burnt up cages by it. And a pest control van in front, with swarms of rats that were drawn to his music.
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A fire that Roddy started, but he wasn't mentioning that.
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After all, he'd made sure to free them first.
"My dad works in pest control," he said, to explain the rat cages in the yard.
Literally controlling the pests. It was a family thing.
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Which is why Marilyn doesn't even bat an eye at the story. Whether she suspects Roddy is lying or not, she never lets it show on her face.
"Oh good. I'd hate to think of the poor things suffering." She offered the boy a small smile. "So I guess it's the library, then?"
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"I wouldn't have let them get hurt," he said quietly.
Then it was back to business. Planning this concert.
"Yeah," he agreed. "That would probably be best."
The library was a nice, neutral place to work on this.