[ Since they first woke up here, she's been on her guard, ready and waiting for the floor to drop out beneath her. It doesn't matter that he hasn't actually tried anything with her; he could, at any time, and she's pretty sure no one around here would care. Escaping the hospital only to be trapped in the presence of an angry man people think is her husband is just moving from one neighborhood of hell to another.
But right now, he's not on the verge of screaming at her. He looks as worn out as she feels, after a week of this.
Beth pauses, pressing her lips together as she considers his answer. ]
So, like...my name, and then my dad's name? Beth Hershel?
[ Context makes it possible to guess the meaning of patronymic, but she's intensely aware of the holes in her education in this moment. (Sorry, Raskolnikov. Your 'wife' never finished tenth grade.) If he laughs at her, she's giving up. ]
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But right now, he's not on the verge of screaming at her. He looks as worn out as she feels, after a week of this.
Beth pauses, pressing her lips together as she considers his answer. ]
So, like...my name, and then my dad's name? Beth Hershel?
[ Context makes it possible to guess the meaning of patronymic, but she's intensely aware of the holes in her education in this moment. (Sorry, Raskolnikov. Your 'wife' never finished tenth grade.) If he laughs at her, she's giving up. ]