This, my dear, was an incredibly sweet story. Love the way you write them as kids. It reads very, very real to me. Love this description of young Frannie: His younger sister’s hair was perfectly divided into two pigtails, and her dark eyes were serious. “I made, um. I made you. . .”
I can see her serious face, her pigtails, hear her attempts to make things better for her adored older brother. And this, so damn sweet: “See? There’s room for both of us. We can tell ghost stories. But not too scary, okay?”
It was suddenly very difficult to say anything, but he tried anyway. “You made this for me.”
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Date: 2003-07-18 06:22 am (UTC)His younger sister’s hair was perfectly divided into two pigtails, and her dark eyes were serious. “I made, um. I made you. . .”
I can see her serious face, her pigtails, hear her attempts to make things better for her adored older brother. And this, so damn sweet:
“See? There’s room for both of us. We can tell ghost stories. But not too scary, okay?”
It was suddenly very difficult to say anything, but he tried anyway. “You made this for me.”
Wow. Nice, nice, nice. I love it.