There've been a couple of undignified entrances into this town lately, and if Parker was aware of that she'd be resolved not to be another; but she's not aware of that, or that the town has anyone in it at all
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"Greeeeaaaat - now you made her stop!" Bridgette complains to Phoebe. Way to blame it on the four year old child, Bridge. That's what mature seven eight and a half year olds do, after all.
Bridgette unbuckles herself and Marie the seat beside her, which is empty of occupants. She drags her black backpack from the floor, unzips it to make sure it has everything she needs (you NEVER KNOW, with Phoebe around!), and then swings it onto her back.
She holds her hand out and grabs Marie's hand thin air and helps Marie from her seat.
"We should find a store and get more candy," she suggests (read: tells) Parker. Since candy was the source of her argument with Phoebe (at least it wasn't having the windows open, or listening to music, or any of the million things Phoebe and Bridge can find to fight about), Bridgette is naturally concerned about it.
"Nuh-uh, it's your fault," Phoebe says, squirming out of Parker's grip to glare at Bridge. "You made her stop, you always mess up ev-"
Parker rolls her eyes and claps a hand over Phoebe's mouth before fixing Bridge with a stern look.
"I think you've both had more than enough sugar today, kids," she says, dryly, "Now we're walking. I think..." She looks up and down the street, staunchly not noticing Bridge playing with her imaginary sister again. Phoebe keeps making muffled indignant sounds.
"That way," she says, pointing towards the heart of town and taking hold of Phoebe's hand while offering the other to bridge. "Come on."
"Are we going far? It's very muggy today." Bridgette's new favourite word is 'muggy'. She'll inject into non-weather related conversations.
She looks at Parker's hand, then with a light shrug (because she's old enough that she can take or leave hand-holding, really), she takes it, lightly, like she's going to slip away at any moment. Her other hand, of course, holds Marie nothing.
"As far as it takes," Parker says, firmly, pulling her kids along with her. Phoebe's in a sulk, so she drags her feet and pouts her way down the street. "And this isn't muggy. You don't know muggy."
Bridge's hand is held as firmly as Parker's tone, because that's how she deals with things.
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Bridgette unbuckles herself and Marie the seat beside her, which is empty of occupants. She drags her black backpack from the floor, unzips it to make sure it has everything she needs (you NEVER KNOW, with Phoebe around!), and then swings it onto her back.
She holds her hand out and grabs Marie's hand thin air and helps Marie from her seat.
"We should find a store and get more candy," she suggests (read: tells) Parker. Since candy was the source of her argument with Phoebe (at least it wasn't having the windows open, or listening to music, or any of the million things Phoebe and Bridge can find to fight about), Bridgette is naturally concerned about it.
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Parker rolls her eyes and claps a hand over Phoebe's mouth before fixing Bridge with a stern look.
"I think you've both had more than enough sugar today, kids," she says, dryly, "Now we're walking. I think..." She looks up and down the street, staunchly not noticing Bridge playing with her imaginary sister again. Phoebe keeps making muffled indignant sounds.
"That way," she says, pointing towards the heart of town and taking hold of Phoebe's hand while offering the other to bridge. "Come on."
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She looks at Parker's hand, then with a light shrug (because she's old enough that she can take or leave hand-holding, really), she takes it, lightly, like she's going to slip away at any moment. Her other hand, of course, holds Marie nothing.
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Bridge's hand is held as firmly as Parker's tone, because that's how she deals with things.
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