Who Mac, Doc, Amy When December 23rd Where Chet territory What Amy wants to see Christmas lights and takes a shine to a particular Chet woman. Rating PG due to bitty.
Charles could never figure out how a 4 year old managed to have so much strength. For most of Amy's life she was small despite her father and mother being so tall. Not enough nutrition despite all Charles struggled for and she had been skirting underweight since the Pulse. Here? She was approaching normal. And with that all the strength that children who were eager about something held in their little bones.
He had no particular desire to see the lights in the Chet territory, and no reminders about Savage living in that area seemed to quench Amy's desire to see the strings of multi colored lights. He didn't enjoy the idea of carrying extra goods for a surprise tax, he didn't like the idea of giving attention to a gesture that clearly marked the Chet's arrogance and power they had in the community. But Amy said please.
Amy said please three hundred and seventy six times since the lights were hung up. Please, Daddy, I wanna see! Please! Please? The same song and dance for the past 48 hours.
They were bundled up, his key placed in boot, and the walked in the crisp night air to the said lights, Amy clearly as gleeful as any child going to a fair for the first time. It was a sullen reminder to Charles she might never get a chance beyond 'seeing pretty lights' for beauty in her life. He could spare a jar of honey and few ounces of powdered tea and other sweeties to let her be happy.