who: @milonavarroo
where: thanksgiving, the commons
a dervish of blonde hair and sticky fingers bolted through the commons, ignoring charlie's calls to - well, nothing actually, because she was too busy taking a mirror pic for instagram to notice one of the twins had sprinted away. in fairness to her, she had told her mother she had no interest in pretending to be a big sister. but claudia had wasted no time dumping tara in her arms and going who-knows-where. probably hunting for the next stepfather.
tara weaved through the crowd with the dexterity of a eighteen-wheeler until she abruptly collided with milo's leg. the ominous silence as she drew in that shaky breath was all too familiar with anyone who spent time around toddlers - it always preceded a cry, and one too loud to come from that tiny body exploded from her lungs as people turned to stare to see who was making that child cry.
