They spent the day floating in the pool, barely speaking to eachother. Their own thoughts wrapped around and consumed them. At dinner, however, Rory finally lost the firm control over her composure.
They had gone out to a small restaurant; Rory had ordered the most eclectic item on the menu, and Tristan had ordered french fries.
"I don't do fish!" he defended, and Rory took a big bite from her rather questionable looking plate.
"Mmm," she said, squinting a little with the effort of keeping a straight face. Tristan burst out laughing.
"Want to share?" she asked, indicating his fries.
"They'll ruin you!" she burst out unexpectedly, absently taking a fry.
"Mary," he started, but she cut him off. She was on a rant now, and nothing was going to stop the flow flow of her anger.
"They will take you into their militant camp, and turn you into a robot. Robot! You'll have a gun squad, did you know that? I've seen Cadet Kelly, I know how it is!" People were staring now. "Do you know what they'll do? They'll make you wake up at 2 in the morning and recite things. You'll wear perfunctory clothes and do perfunctory things, and when you come out you'll be G-I-Tristan!"
" Excuse me miss, but I'll have to ask you to lower your voice." a waitress came up to the table politely, but Rory would not be muted.
"I'll lower my voice when my boyfriend isn'y being sent to Jail School!" she bratted, and the waitresses voice became shrill.
"Ma'am, if you do not lower your voice--"
"--I don't love G-I-Tristan. I love you." she directed once again at Tristan. Her voice was now soft, and the waitress stood uncertainly, not knowing whether or not it was safe to leave.
"We'll take a check, please." Tristan said, unable to take his eyes off Rory. This was the first admission of love since his own back at Chilton.
"Mary," he said as they left the restaurant, "I'm not going to change. I swear."
"When will you be back?" she asked, her eyes misting. He said nothing. What could he say? He didn't know when he would be back, and he wouldn't until he spoke with his father. His mouth formed a grim line at the ominous thought.
They drove back to house, the impending confrontation with his father dearest hovering in the air above.
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