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Post by Admin on Sept 7, 2009 15:17:07 GMT -5
Where Goldie lives by herself in the Bronx.
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Post by Goldie on Sept 11, 2009 16:51:00 GMT -5
Goldie sat on the soft couch-granted, it was second hand, but it was in good and comfortable condidtion. She remembered the moment that morning where Street had come to her (the girl still made her feel uncomfortable, you never knew what she was going to say...or do for that matter). Street had looked up, stepped on a small stool so they were eye-level and said simply and bluntly. "There's this baby, see. And you're gonna take care of her. She doesn't have no family-not much different from most-but she's tiny. So, Goldie, you're gonna take care of her."
What choice did she have? True, Goldie was only seventeen, but Street had beaten her a poker, and Goldie knew that Street could probably wipe the floor with her physically too, even though she was barely fifteen. That girl had nothing to lose. Now, Goldie was waiting for the kid to get here. She didn't know how old she was, or how she behaved, or anything... She was going into this blind.
If only she was still leader... She could've asked Spot for advice. What would he say? (Push her off the Brooklyn Bridge)...probably. This brought a smile to her face, then she sobered. She would never, ever, push the kid off the Bridge. Goldie sighed, straightened her white dress, rested her head on her hand, and stared out the window at the people passing below her.
Lalala...
My wild Irish Rose the sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose the dearest flower that grows
And someday for my sake she may let me take a bloom from my wild Irish Rose
She sang it softly and sweetly, trying to take her mind off of things.
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Post by Bairn on Sept 11, 2009 19:20:19 GMT -5
Betsy's eyes were wide as she looked around the funny room that the nice lady had taken her to. She wondered where the lady went and why she left so soon but she was quickly pulled away from those thoughts when she noticed a new lady sitting on the sofa far far away accross the whole room. She was pretty sure neither of these ladies were Mommy or Monny's friends but the were pretty and nice and there were new things all over everywhere so she wasn't too upset about it. This room was not the same as home but it wasn't as funny as the other one she had been in with all the really high beds and loads of people everywhere .
She took a few toddling steps toward the new lady but before she got to far a shiny tick tock thing on a table caught her eye and she took off towards it, going faster with every step until she was going as fast a she could without falling down. It was shiny and she wanted it but when she got close the table got bigger and she couldn't reach the top of it any more. she new the tick tock thing was still there because she could see the top of it but it was too high.
By now, all thoughts of new people and mommy were out of her head. All she could think of was the shiny tick tock. she reached up as high as she could but it was too far away . She tried standing on her tippy toes but she almost immediately lost her balance and fell back wards onto her bottom. as she fell, she remembered the new lady at the sofa and she looked over at her curiously to see if falling had been really bad. the lady didn't seem upset so Betsy decided that she wasn't either "Uh- oh!" she stated unconcernedly and began to get up again, eager to reach the shiny tick tock again.
((As you can probably tell, she doesn't have a very long attention span. and on the off chance that someone hadn't already fighured it out, a "tick tock thing" is a clock. My cousin's two and he often refers to things by the sound that they make so I figured Bairn should too))
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Post by Goldie on Sept 11, 2009 19:28:09 GMT -5
Goldie sat at her window, watching with curiousity-and slight fear-at the small child. Was Street completely insane or just partially? Leaving her with this crawling, squirming...adorable little girl. Goldie watched as she tottered over to the clock on the end table. She laughed slightly as the girl fell. Goldie got up and knelt in front of her.
"Uh-ohs right, did ya hurt yerself little one? My name's Goldie, what's yer name?" Goldie asked kindly. "I'm gonna be takin' care of ya for awhile, is that okay?" She asked softly, watching her with her hazel eyes. She was cute...
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Post by Bairn on Sept 11, 2009 19:49:42 GMT -5
Betsy was surprised when the new lady came over . She was even higher than the tick tock. Just like Mommy but when she got real close she came down so she was littler but she was still bigger than Betsy was. She was pretty and she sounded nice but Betsy was still distracted by the tick tock so she didn't really listen to what the new lady was actually saying until she heard her say 'what's your name?' everybody in the whole world was asking her that now. She told the first person who asked her real name but they said it back wrong, not like Mommy said it so she didn't try again. Instead she told the lady her new name which a nice old grampa in a dress called her before she met the other girl in the big, funny place with the really, really high beds. "Bairn! " she answered confidently, happy that people always said her new name back right. I was probably because it sounded like bear. Like the bears that she saw at the zoo when Mommy took her. The pretty lady kept saying things that Betsy still wasn't listening to but at the very end she asked 'okay?' and Betsy said "kay!" back because that was what people always wanted her to say when they said 'okay?'
((the 'grampa in the dress" was an old scottish man in a kilt, in case you were wondering))
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Post by Goldie on Sept 11, 2009 20:30:55 GMT -5
"Bairn, huh? That's a pretty name!" Goldie smiled despite herself-while silently cursing Street. That girl was going to pay.
"Oh, you want the clock, huh? Go ahead, play with it." Goldie handed the small clock to the child, not sure hos to amuse her any other way. When she said 'Kay!' Goldie was slightly shocked. "I-I.." What was she supposed to say to this child, I'm your Mommy now? No. Hell no. Goldie sighed softly and sat on the floor, she decided to sing her song again.
Lalala...
My wild Irish Rose the sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose the dearest flower that grows
And someday for my sake she may let me take a bloom from my wild Irish Rose
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Post by Bairn on Sept 11, 2009 22:56:20 GMT -5
Betsy looked at the pretty tick tock with awe as the nice new lady took it down off of the really high table and handed it to her. "Pretty!" she gasped, a smile creeping onto her as she touched all of it's shiny parts leaving little smudge marks all over it. Suddenly, as if a trance had been broken, she burst into elated giggles and began to shake it up and down and follow the hands around with her eyes.
But even her new shiny tick tock wasn't as good as what happened next the nice lady started singing a really pretty song like mama's friend Lola used to back at home. Her song sounded different form Lola's but it was still pretty and Betsy liked pretty songs a lot. In her newly shifted concentration, her grip on the clock loosened and it began to slide down her fingers as she stared, transfixed at the source of the new object of her interest. This was even better than shiny stuff.
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Post by Goldie on Sept 12, 2009 20:15:13 GMT -5
Goldie smiled as Bairn said 'Pretty!' That was a good sign, true she almost had a heart attack when she started shaking the clock (clocks weren't cheap) but she didn't really mind. Bairn seemed transfixed by the song.
"Do you like that? I like it too, it's my favorite." Goldie told her, not minding if she answered.
"I also like 'Working on the Railroad'. My brother Sterling taught it too me." Goldie murmured.
I've been working on the railroad,
All the live-long day...
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Post by Bairn on Sept 13, 2009 20:58:24 GMT -5
Bairn giggled at the new song and clapped her now clock-free hands together happily when it was done she wanted to show off the pretty songs she knew thhat her mommy had taught her and before the new lady could start singing again she burst out into a song of her own (the only song that she could sort of remember) auntie Mabel had called it the allapet song or something and it was always her favorite song ever.
"A, E, R, N, F, Y, B, L, O, G, G, N, N, N , O, P..." she began practically screaming the letters with joy and enthusiasm and hopped up and about in a childish sort of dance.
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Post by Goldie on Sept 14, 2009 17:56:41 GMT -5
Goldie was shocked by the child's sudden outburst, but she laughed and began to clap her hands. This was actually kind of... fun. Goldie relished in the happiness of the child, amusing her was easy-actually taking care of her would be a different story.
"That's a pretty song, Bairn. Is that the alphabet?" Goldie asked her, still clapping. True, she was loud, but it was cute and funny.
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Post by Bairn on Sept 17, 2009 21:14:22 GMT -5
Bairn nodded vigorously at Goldie's question. "Yeah! Alpapet song!" she cried joyfully, clapping her hands like Goldie was. She liked this new place and the new lady was fun but she was hungry and singing wouldn't be fun any more if the new lady didn't make food come. "wan' cookie." she stated suddenly, patting her tummy so the lady would know what she meant "cookie" she repeated a bit more urgently, starting to bounce up and down on her toes. At home, Mommy always got her cookies after naptime and she had naptime before she left to come here. It was definitely time for cookies.
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Post by Goldie on Sept 18, 2009 15:38:24 GMT -5
Goldie sat back on her heels. "Cookie? But, did you have dinner yet? My mama always said no cookies before dinner..." Goldie looked around. "I don't know if I even have any..." Then she spotted it. A haversack on the kitchen table. "I think you're in luck, Bairn. I believe Eli left his cookies here." She crossed to the table and dug through the haversack, emerging with a metal tin that when shook sounded joyfully like cookies. She opened it, yes, freshly-baked chocolate cookies. She brought them over to Bairn and placed the tin in front of her. Then she began to break the cookies up into small pieces. She had seen her mama do it for Nettie when she was younger-so she didn't choke. "There you go, dig in!" She smiled cheerfully.
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Post by Bairn on Oct 13, 2009 22:16:39 GMT -5
Bairn giddled, grabbed a hand full of cookie bits, and stuffed them roughly in her mouth. She bounced happily up and down as she ate and was bout to take another handful when something caught her eye. There was a little dot flying around over by the couch. She couldn't tell what it was but it was funny and kind of shiny even. She had to find out what it was. She pushed herself up off the floor and rushed over to where it was but it was gone. She she whipped her head around left and right trying to find the little dot again. Finally, she spotted it over near the table and she toddled after it as quickly as possible, yelling " birdie, here birdie! teeny birdie! Fly birdie, fly!" as she went.
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Post by Goldie on Oct 14, 2009 16:19:49 GMT -5
Goldie was concerned that the child was choking, but then she started shouting about a bird. Goldie didn't see a bird... Anywhere. But then she saw it, but it was a butterfly-let in through the window no doubt. Goldie smiled. "Bairn, it's a butterfly, see? It's smaller and has pretty wings." Goldie tried to catch it, but was making a fool of herself-chasing the small critter around the tiny apartment. She lunged, but missed, and landed on her stomach on the couch-stirring up some dust. She coughed and laughed. "It's quick!"
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Post by Bairn on Oct 17, 2009 11:06:49 GMT -5
Bairn stopped in her tracks and stared at Goldie for a moment before stating confusedly "Bu-fly?" she looked over at the dot again then back at Goldie and finally back at the dot again. "Bu-fly!" she cried happily giggling and resuming her pursuit of it.
She stopped again, however, when Goldie started chasing it. She stood and watched Laughing in utter elation as she watched the odler girl runaround chasing the little bug "Fly, fly, Bu-fly, fly!" she yelled clapping her hands before collapsing into giggles again as Goldie jumped onto the couch. She ran over to the couch and managing to make her way onto it, began bouncing up and down on it.
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(c)Street
