@artificial-continuity sent a ❤ !!
Shit. Shit shit shit!!! It’s been an entire hour, and he’s seen no sight of Christie, his daughter -- his dear, darling angel! What if she never returns? What if some horrid scoundrel has laid their filthy hands upon his daughter!? Mary’s going to KILL HIM if he’s lost their child over the sake of getting too caught up in his stupid book.
“O-Oh, cracker barrel!”
The expletives he voices aloud are far more toned down than those running through his head, and he wrings his hands uncomfortably, flagging down a young woman with... The most striking red hair he’s ever seen.
He’s never seen her around the neighborhood before, but there’s no time to dwell on appearances. His gaze shifts from side to side as Joseph pipes up, an almost frantic edge to his voice.
“Sorry, so sorry! Have you seen a little girl!? Pink dress, shoulder length blonde hair... Looks just like her handsome daddy -- Ah, that’s me, by the way!”











