Dossier Four

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is, for a change of pace, in the coliseum! In one of the empty lion pens off of the coliseum floor, as a matter of fact, practicing her violin in time with a recording of someone playing a piano.

She has a black eye and, half-hidden under her hair, a handspan bruise on the side of her neck. Otherwise, she looks entirely composed.]

Comments

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

You're very good. It's lovely. {Congratulations, Henrietta, you got a compliment!}

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[M-meep.] Thank you very much, signorina.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Are you self-taught?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Signore Jose is teaching me.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

He's doing a good job, then. My damned father was good at playing the violin, but that was the only thing he was good for.

{Thoughtfully} Those are the only pleasant memories I have of him.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't remember my father at all.