"I’ll have to learn t’ask better questions then, won’t I?” Beth replied hotly, though there was no malice in her words. The truth was, she knew from looking at him he didn’t suffer fools. He didn’t like to be pestered, neither. She had always seen him as an eternally private sort of man, but she’d never really tried. Maybe this was her chance to remedy that, so his entry in her diary wouldn’t be a bunch of inelegantly scribbled question marks (and a few cats and penguins, because that was all she could draw).
Daryl eating was always an experience. He wasted none of it, and even less time with manners. Beth had to keep a stiff lip as he slurped away, torn between ill and amused. At least he liked her cooking. Beth had spent a lot of time observing the group, for her daddy’s peace of mind. It came as a total surprise that he thought of her as a rule breaker, when in reality she wasn’t anything of the sort. She went to bed each night at ten, said her prayers, never touched alcohol or cigarettes, and had only had her first kiss with Jimmy (when all of this started).
”I only broke it twice! And I had to go to church the next day, both times, ‘cause my dad got all funny about it. I think he was tryin’ to punish me, but it wasn’t much of a punishment…” Beth nestled her chin on the back of her spinny chair, toes still touching the ground. She idly pushed back and forth, fuming over the fact he’d said she was ‘innocent with a side of cheek’, more or less. Maybe he was seeing more to her than there was. She’d been a good girl.
"No." Beth was red in the cheeks, now sitting bolt upright. “I like you bein’ alive, and I like my daddy not havin’ heart attacks. Unless you wanna plan it f’your own sake, then be my guest.” Beth waved her hands, now squinting up at the sky. Anywhere aside from Daryl.
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