“ I think I can manage that. We’ll save the other for later. ”
so she holds her, all curled up in her mother’s lap and for the
time being it would almost be like she was a LITTLE GIRL again,
though to Claire, she would always be. She’ll press a few kisses
to her daughter’s head and let her fingers wind in her copper
curls until she all but stops with her sniffling & then Claire will
wipe away the tears, the way a mother is supposed to, the way
she always would. If Charlotte’s heart broke, so did Claire’s.
“ –––––– Do you wanna tell me more about it before or after I go and
get the ice cream out of the freezer?? ”