Taz looked at Belle with incredulity. Instrument? Some story about an island? The only Long John Silver she knew was a fast food joint where she went dumpster diving on occasion. The manager was a hardass who called the cops all the time, but refused to lock the dumpster. Involuntarily she balled her hands into fists, feeling tears prickle behind her eyes. She could see that Belle was happy to be rid of a cast, but she felt made fun of, felt off balance and angry.<br/><br/>"Oh of course" she said in a mock civilized accent, "between the voice and piano lessons, mother dearest and I played croquet and tennis on the lawn. And us bridge residents, well we read all the fucking time."  She was beyond carrying about Belle giving a negative report and her going to jail. It was gonna happen eventually anyway. Didn't every one predict that for her? Well, three square meals, and provided sanitary napkins. how bad could it be. She heard some people even furthered their education there. The tears spilled over and she angrily smeared them away while glaring at the nonplused woman.<br/><br/>It was only then that she realized<i>her</i>mistake.<i>Well, fuck,</i>she thought.<i>She knows too much now. Maybe she didn't notice, she is older, maybe here hearing isn't that good.</i><br/><br/>"Please just tell me what you want done today." She said, her eyes skittering across the older woman's face as she looked away. She bent down and put her backpack on the floor by the entry. With any hope Belle would send her outside to do yardwork so she wouldn't have to see her and she wouldn't ask nosey questions.