Jack chuckled. “Not yet, mate. But perhaps I will get her one soon. She’s a lovely girl, very spirited. I am rather glad I met her. She’s gotten me out of a scrape or two.”
“You should get her one!” Elise smiled widely. “I think she’d like that. Nobody wears hats like that where I come from. Only in pictures they do.” She looked up at him, “Why what trouble did you get in? My daddy used to get in trouble a lot too. Or at least he says he did.”
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Oh god- don’t ever repeat that. Anyway, how’re you feeling, sweetheart?
It’s okay. I’ve heard swears before. You hear ‘em all of the time just walking in the street where I live. People are angry these days.
I’m okay, Mrs. Hockley. My mama took me to see a doctor and he said I was okay.. but I don’t feel that good.
“That’s all right. Are you not feeling well?” Jack frowned. “Rose is a very pretty name too. I have a friend by that name.” he grinned.
“I don’t know. I think I’m okay though.” She smiled up at him. “Really? Who’s your friend?” Elise pointed at his hat. “Does she have a hat like yours too?”
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and I walked away with the most satisfying smile on my face.
Why would they say something so mean about you?
You’re so nice!
“Ginger has become a synonym for red- I like it.” Syrena smiled. “Yes. But it suits you better.” She liked the little girl. She seemed very sweet.
Elise smiled, “Thanks. My sisters both have red hair. I guess I wanted to be like them.” She gave a light shrug which was then followed by a cough. “I’m sorry, I’ve been coughing a lot lately.”
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Syrena smiled. “Thank you.” She tilted her head. “What is ginger?”
“Red hair.” She laughed, “They all have red hair. Mine’s brown. But your hair’s sort of brown too so I guess it’s okay.”
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“Seven years old…” Jack mused. “My, you are old for your age!” She was a cute child. “Is it, now? Jack’s a good name.” he grinned.
Elise began to laugh but it was interrupted by a small yet harsh sounding cough. “‘M sorry. I’ve been coughing a bit lately.” She nodded, “Jack’s a very good name. And I like my mum’s name too. It’s Rose. I think it’s pretty.”
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“Honey, you’re sick. I can hear it in your cough” She was so precious that the mere thought of her being deathly ill scared the shit out of her. Gwen got up from her kneel and held her hand out. “Come on, lets at least get you checked out. We have a Doctor who travels with us. My husband can call him and we’ll have you checked out. I’ll take you out for candy afterwards. Promise”
Elise shook her head, “I’m really not. I’m okay. And my sisters are going to be looking for me-” Just then, an older looking redheaded girl came running over to Elise. “Aw, Lici!” She sighed, out of breath. “You half scared me to death. Why’d you run off like that, Lici?” The girl turned to Gwen, now noticing her. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Jane. I’m this one’s older sister.” She beamed, always willing to be friendly.
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Hearing the cough, it alarmed Gwen almost immediately. “Honey, are you alright?” She knew the little girl would brush it off. “I have a special Doctor. He’s always on call, if I took you to him, would you go?” She knew she was merely a stranger to Elise, but if she was Rose’s girl, she just wanted to help her. Seeing a child in some kind of distress would always cause Gwendolyn to coming running to the child’s rescue.
“No thankyou, uh.. Mrs. Gwendolyn.” She couldn’t remember her last name by now. “I’m alright. It’s just a cough.” Elise gave her another characteristic smile. “See, I’m okay.”
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Gwen went to answer and she knew, that moment— Elise was Rose’s. It was better placed now whose she was, but of course, Gwen stayed quiet about it. “You can! It’s fun. I did a few times when I was a child”
Being rather observant, Elise noticed a change in Gwen’s demeanor. She seemed surprised or something when Elise had mentioned that her mother had lived in England. She couldn’t fathom why. What did that matter? Elise gave a light cough into the elbow of her jacket. Her chest felt funny and seemed to tighten as she did so but she didn’t think much about it. It was just a cough. “That’s so neat. The most I’ve ever petted is a dog.. or a cat.. maybe a horse.” She shrugged.
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