Thanks for this new chapter. Of course, I spotted that line at once. Seeing it in the story - and not just once, but even twice sure made my day. I'm still grinning from ear to ear.
”You’re locking me up in a cell!!! You can’t do that to me just because I’ve come here to see my grandparents!!”
”Try me, kid. You telling me you didn’t commit a single crime while you were running from Metropolis to Smallville? Want me to look into that?”
The warehouse, the trees, the car, the holes in the ground…. I’m staring at the floor and I’m not answering.
Love that context you put it in.
”Well, well, well! What have we here?” The voice makes me jump three feet up in the air. Since I’m holding Mom, I’m pulling her up in the air with me. And since I’m also holding the bars of my cell, I’m pulling a few of them clear out of the floor, too.
This story gets better and better...
Then she is looking at me and at the scrap metal that used to be the bars of my cell, and she’s smiling like one of those cherubs in church who’s being secretly kissed under his toga.
Isn't this supposed to be gfic?
I know it has already been quoted, but...
Mom has been slowly advancing on the sheriff while she was saying all of this. And the sheriff’s been backing away, until she’s backed into a wall behind her. Mom is shorter then the sheriff, but she is leaning in on Ms. Law Enforcer of Smallville and wheezing like the snake and showering the sheriff with all these little drips of spittle. Boy, if looks could kill, the sheriff would be six feet under already.
My favourite part!
His eyes glitter as if little bubbles of laughter were rising from his belly and making their way all the way up to his eyes. ”Tell her you’re sorry, Rachel. And please accept her apology, at least for now, Ms. Lane. And… please… my dearest little Clara.… May I please look at you? I’m your grandfather, you see…. May I give you a hug?”
Can't imagine what made him realize that. Perhaps he heard about the warehouse, the trees, the car, the holes in the ground - and/or he just saw the steel bars...
Can't wait for your next holidays, Ann! (Perhaps I should send something to make you write sooner? How about this:
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