( At present, Wrench isn't consciously contemplating all the possible channels of reality this game might be passing through. Whether or not the woman speaks — or has even heard of — English couldn't be further from his mind. Right now they're playing a game, and however it's managing to work, it is working.
Maybe he allows that fact to embolden him a little. Because with the next word the woman scribbles on the page, an idea blooms. R. It's there, thank goodness. But before he pens it in its rightful place just above one of the dashes, Wrench crosses his index finger over his middle. It looks like he's making a wish or holding out for some stroke of good luck. But he nods to the page and then to his crossed fingers again. This is that. The two are one and the same. )
_ _ _ _ _ R _ _ _ _ _ _ _
( He adds the letter with a knowing simper before setting down the pen and signing with the quick confidence of a man who either knows she'll understand him, or doesn't care whether she does or doesn't. )
I see what you're doing. I'll save you time: there's no 'L.'
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Maybe he allows that fact to embolden him a little. Because with the next word the woman scribbles on the page, an idea blooms. R. It's there, thank goodness. But before he pens it in its rightful place just above one of the dashes, Wrench crosses his index finger over his middle. It looks like he's making a wish or holding out for some stroke of good luck. But he nods to the page and then to his crossed fingers again. This is that. The two are one and the same. )
_ _ _ _ _ R _ _ _ _ _ _ _
( He adds the letter with a knowing simper before setting down the pen and signing with the quick confidence of a man who either knows she'll understand him, or doesn't care whether she does or doesn't. )
I see what you're doing. I'll save you time: there's no 'L.'