James Smith (totheeising) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-17 20:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | madison mitchell |
Who: The New Whig party, The Log Cabin Republican Movement, and Madison Mitchell
What: Meeting Lincoln
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Around town
Whig had been spending lots of days with Miss Maddie ever since his new sister had been born. Whig liked Miss Maddie well enough, but he did not like Sarah, who could go from laughing to crying like the flip of switch, and who had completely enthralled his father -even more so after Valentine's day. It seemed that James was content to lock himself in Sarah's nursery and spend endless hours; playing with her and tending to her every want and need when she was awake, and making small touchups to the nursery decor when she was asleep. And so, Maddie was spending a lot of time watching Whig and not a lot of time writing legal briefs or getting James his coffee. This suited Maddie just fine, she liked Whig.
She adjusted the boy's scarf, zipped his jacket, and opened the wrapping on two sticks of rock candy, put one in his hand, took his free hand in her's, and off they went into the blustery cold day. Maddie's nose scrunched with the first gust of icy air.
"Stay close, Davey." She said absently as she began the arduous task of trying to hail a taxi from the side of the slushy street. Meanwhile, Whig's nose was moving for an entirely different reason.
He felt something. Or someone. It felt like his dad but different, a lot like dad - but not dad. Dad was still holed up with Sarah playing tea party and patty-cake. Not dad. And yet-
"Miss Maddie!" He said suddenly, tugging on her hand, lips stained blue from the candy. Maddie peered her head down at the small boy, her lips kissed with light green.
"What is it?" She asked, perfectly groomed eyebrows rising.
"Can we take a walk, instead?" He asked, and tugged a little more. "Please?" Maddie had to hold back a sigh. She felt bad for the kid, it wasn't normal for someone's father to ignore them for their new niece - a niece who had to be the daughter of a sibling who wasn't Mark, but then who could it- Maddie's mind took a left term.
"Sure thing, Davey." She said with a pleasant smile, and they began to walk down the street.