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Apr 29, 2010 15:00

Veronica never minded spending time with Samantha. Even when the Halperts didn't have something else to occupy them, she liked borrowing the girl to babysit a while. There was always the daycare if they'd wanted someone just to watch her, but with the abundance of people around here they knew, there was never a shortage on babysitters ( Read more... )

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this_is_pam April 30 2010, 02:07:24 UTC
Having used the afternoon to get a few things done, Pam had been walking out of the Compound and in the direction of her hut when she spotted Veronica with Sam on the playground, and couldn't help heading towards them. With the way the two of them looked together, so obviously having a good time, it would've been too difficult not to.

"Hey, you two," she called, in time to put a stop to any plans of hiding. Attention turning towards Veronica, she raised her eyebrows, stifling a laugh. "How's she been? Not giving you too much trouble, I hope?"

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neptune_sleuth April 30 2010, 02:08:31 UTC
"She -" Veronica said, biting back a laugh as Sam tried to hang off her arm. "She is a perfect angel. Maybe the fallen kind, I'm not actually sure." With the child clinging to her, she began to walk obligingly in a circle, turning the wooden merry-go-round as she went. "We have, however, apparently settled on me being a cart horse."

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this_is_pam April 30 2010, 05:58:04 UTC
"Yeah, she's a piece of work like that," Pam laughed, though sounded nothing but fond in doing so. Where Sam was concerned, anything else was an impossibility, no matter how trying it could sometimes be, but she supposed that was normal. Stopping near the merry-go-round, she shook her head a little. "If you want a break from cart horse duties, let me know, I don't mind taking over if she's started wearing you out."

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neptune_sleuth April 30 2010, 15:10:41 UTC
"No, I'm good," Veronica said immediately, raising her free hand in protest, but as she did so, Sam let go of her, leaping from her seat to wrap herself around her mother's leg. "Or not. You can't say she doesn't know her own mind."

"Mama, you ride, too," Sam insisted, patting awkwardly at the merry-go-round as best she could without letting go.

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