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They've settled into something of a routine, now, something nestled comfortably between 'new enough to not be boring' and 'established enough to be familiar.' Not that life with a seven-year-old and two dogs is ever likely to be boring, of course, especially with football practice starting up again soon. Thomas's frequent but variable presence works wonders, too.
But it's nice to feel settled without also feeling as if she's settled into a rut. It's a pleasant enough change of pace that she's almost afraid to appreciate it too directly, as if the moment she lets herself get complacent, it'll all come crashing down around her.
Today, at least, is nearly in the bag. Saoirse's just got home from school and is running up the path to the front door as Greta lingers by the mailbox, retrieving the day's offerings. Junk, mostly, but then there's a letter marked for Saoirse in a child's careful but untidy scrawl. Greta notes the return address and smiles. It's from Jack, which is entirely adorable. Maybe it's a formal invitation to a sleepover or something.
"Saoirse? There's something for you, today." Greta waves the letter to get her attention, then, once she's run back, hands it down to her. "Wait until we get inside to open it, all right?" It'll be easier to sweep up a few stray bits of envelope from the floor than it will be to go chasing them across the yard.
But it's nice to feel settled without also feeling as if she's settled into a rut. It's a pleasant enough change of pace that she's almost afraid to appreciate it too directly, as if the moment she lets herself get complacent, it'll all come crashing down around her.
Today, at least, is nearly in the bag. Saoirse's just got home from school and is running up the path to the front door as Greta lingers by the mailbox, retrieving the day's offerings. Junk, mostly, but then there's a letter marked for Saoirse in a child's careful but untidy scrawl. Greta notes the return address and smiles. It's from Jack, which is entirely adorable. Maybe it's a formal invitation to a sleepover or something.
"Saoirse? There's something for you, today." Greta waves the letter to get her attention, then, once she's run back, hands it down to her. "Wait until we get inside to open it, all right?" It'll be easier to sweep up a few stray bits of envelope from the floor than it will be to go chasing them across the yard.
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Date: 2018-04-02 07:54 pm (UTC)From:"There we are," she says, wrapping her arms back around the girl. "And you can hold onto me as tightly as you want, all right? I won't wrinkle." She lets a hint of fond amusement creep into her tone -- not to make light of Saoirse's distress, but to let some light into the gloom.