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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 23:45:26 GMT -5
"Ooooh shut yer cheeky maw," *she said with a grin, punching him lightly on the shoulder.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2008 23:46:48 GMT -5
"Ow!" *He said, mock-hurt. He held a hand to his shoulder.* "Ye've hurt me, Kath!"
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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 23:52:38 GMT -5
"It's the least I can do," *she murmured with a shrug and a rolling of her eyes.* "Mind the time ye said nothin' when Rory let me take the blame for breakin' Mam's best Belleek platter even when ye saw the whole thing yerself? I felt that whippin' for a week."
*She wrinkled her nose.*
"Ror said he'd thrash ye if ye told the truth, didn't he?"
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2008 23:54:39 GMT -5
*He cringed, taking her hand gently.*
"I'm still regrettin' that, Kath. I should 'ave stuck up fer ye." *He said softly, looking into her eyes.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 23:59:40 GMT -5
*She laughed brightly at his sincerity.*
"Ye were seven years old an' Ror was twice that! I don't blame ye."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 0:00:32 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes.*
"I still shouldn't 'ave let ye take the blame, Kath. Ye don't let yer best friend take the fall for ye."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 0:07:36 GMT -5
"...best friend?" *she said with some surprise.* "Ye were always with Aiden and Donovan...Mam said ye were attached at the head."
*She stood up, placing the lid back on the jar of balm.*
"B'sides, what'd the boys say of ye havin' a wee girlie for a best friend?"
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 0:11:38 GMT -5
*He shook his head.*
"Nah, Kath. Y'know as well as I do that I was always really closest to you... I wasnt man enough to admit it at the time." *It was half-sheepish and half-teasing--and even a tad ashamed.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 0:21:46 GMT -5
*She turned to grin at him.*
"Ye weren't man enough of anything, barely out of yer short pants."
*She went to him and ruffled his hair a little, running her fingers through it until it stood on end like a haystack, just as it always had since he was a laddie.*
"But ye were good to me, Mikey. Better th'n any of me brothers."
*She pressed a quick kiss to the crown of his head.*
"Bless yer heart, boyo."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 0:23:30 GMT -5
"Ach." *He attempted to smooth down his hair, to no avail. He was also actually reddening a little at the praise.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 0:24:48 GMT -5
*She giggled and messed up his hair even more.*
"It's no use, Mikey."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 0:28:11 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes again and tugged on her own gently.*
"Still staunchly refuses to be pulled out." *He teased.* "No matter how hard your brothers tried."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 0:31:00 GMT -5
*She snorted.*
"Ye gave yer best effort on occasion, as I recall."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 0:33:18 GMT -5
*He reddened sheepishly.*
"Sorry 'bout that..."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 0:41:49 GMT -5
"I can take it," *she said.* "I had to grow up tough, Mikey. We all did."
*She sat down beside him again, her face reflective.*
"Seems strange...catchin' glimpses of the lives of the people who live in houses like these and lead lives like the master and the missus...people who grow up...an' they don't really know what it is to be cold o' nights...t'fall asleep hungry in the winter...to share everything you have even when what you have is nothin'..."
*She looked at him as if he had the answers, their faces inches apart, her gaze steady, clear and calmly searching.*
"...how do they really know what life is all about?"
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