"I'm one of the little sisters," Verbena told him. "He tells us all about his crushes."
From the kitchen, Rosalie came out drying her hands on a dishtowel, her expansive curls kept back behind in a red bandanna. "Verbena," she chided her daughter gently, "must you use those lungs like that." Then she spotted the young man and gave him a gentle but cautious smile. "Oh hello, I hope Verbena didn't deafen you."
"He's a friend of Huckleberry," Verbena provided for her mother, although it hadn't been asked.
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Date: 2011-07-07 09:31 pm (UTC)From:From the kitchen, Rosalie came out drying her hands on a dishtowel, her expansive curls kept back behind in a red bandanna. "Verbena," she chided her daughter gently, "must you use those lungs like that." Then she spotted the young man and gave him a gentle but cautious smile. "Oh hello, I hope Verbena didn't deafen you."
"He's a friend of Huckleberry," Verbena provided for her mother, although it hadn't been asked.