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Post by Michael on Dec 28, 2007 23:48:44 GMT -5
"Ohhh yes ye did. You were eight years old, he was fourteen, and I distinctly remember you sayin', "Jamie McNamara, don't you worry 'bout me leavin' 'cause I'll be back every Christmas to see ye." And I remember Jamie laughin' and pattin' you on the back and sayin', "'course not, Kathy Kelly, for who'll I kiss under the mistletoe if ye're not back?"" *His voice changed into a high-pitched one for the imitation of Kathy, and lower for Jamie, who spoke in a deep baritone and a far thicker accent than Michael's. His eyes were alight with mischief and he smirked lopsidedly.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 28, 2007 23:50:20 GMT -5
*Kathy knuckled him on the chin.*
"For shame--yer elder brother an' a married father. I'm no homewrecker."
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Post by Michael on Dec 28, 2007 23:52:24 GMT -5
"You say that now, but I do believe you were willin' to stomp on every girl in the county for Jamie when you were eight years old."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 0:10:28 GMT -5
*She crossed her arms and looked at him shrewdly.*
"As ye were heartsick for a certain Miss Brighid Brennan when ye were eleven? What was she at the time, seventeen?"
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 0:12:01 GMT -5
*He held a hand to his heart and looked to the heaven.*
"Ach, Brighid, how I miss you."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 0:13:26 GMT -5
*Kathy cupped a hand to her mouth and stage-whispered.*
"She's eight children living, now, and has an arse the size of a barn door."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 0:18:02 GMT -5
*He laughed deeply.*
"Exactly why I never made a move on 'er. Paid attention to how her mam and sisters turned out." *He winked.* "Now, before we both freeze, d'you want t'go back to my rooms? I'll have the stove up in no time."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 0:19:14 GMT -5
"Yer room has a stove?" *she asked with wide eyes as her lips started to turn blue.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 0:21:52 GMT -5
"'Course it does!" *He said, leading her there.* "Yers doesn't? I'll have to talk to Micaela about that--she probably doesn't know."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 0:26:25 GMT -5
*Kathy shrugged as she followed.*
"Weeeell, it has a stovepipe from the room below...it's fair warm enough. I'm still here, aren't I? An' I've got a warm shawl. An' I sleep with all my stockings on."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 0:29:20 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes.*
"I'll have no stiff upper lip form you, Kathleen. Micaela an' 'er husband are perfectly able to get everyone stoves--and someone's got to make sure that they do. It certainly won't be Mrs. Danvers."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 0:30:53 GMT -5
*Kathy shuddered at the mention of the housekeeper.*
"Don't mention her. I'm glad I can escape to the wash-house. The poor housemaids...they're trapped with her all day."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 0:33:18 GMT -5
*He frowned.*
"Evidently she's none too nice to the lady o'th'house, either. I do wonder how she'll react when she finds out that she's goin' t'have a baby."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 0:35:21 GMT -5
"Is she?" *Kathy grinned widely with delight, recalling the mistress' easy kindness to her.* "Oh, how lovely!" *She slipped into a starry smile as she imagined the sweet little boots and caps and--"
"...I should sew something for her. A little dress or something. She's been so good to me. I don't think I'll mind washing out the nappies."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 0:38:14 GMT -5
*He nudged her shoulder, grinning teasingly. It was good, to have someone to take his mind off of Scarlett.*
"Never woulda pegged ye fer a domestic, Kathy Kelly." *He teased.*
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