Re: Fashion District: Clementine & Holly
[Her wallet was tucked into the pocket inside the fur coat, in the shiny black lining and smashed right on down by the baby's weight; no way a thing could fit in those jeans that wasn't all Clementine. She didn't think the girl was fixing on robbing her, though. Maybe before leaving this place she would have thought that, but she'd spent enough time home that she was walking entitlement. No one would rob her, and she didn't even think on it. Helped that time had wound right on back for her, and it had taken some of the sad and bad along with it, and she wasn't thinking the whole damn world was zombies and doors that locked and never did open right back up.
She shifted the baby on her hip, but she wasn't real good at that weight; she wasn't made for carrying it, and the infant would be right back in that roadhouse if it wasn't for Clem needing to meet up with Penny. But the girl said the infant was cute, and Clem handed the baby right on over without a second's worry that she was in Gotham, or that this girl might steal that child and sell it off quick. Course, the girl could drop the baby, but Clem didn't think anyone would dare drop her baby; folks just didn't drop infants.]
She takes after me, not her daddy. [She said, and it wasn't all true. The baby had her eyes, sure as could be, but there was plenty of Graham there. None of her own daddy, though, and Clem was real pleased with that.] You come on inside with me. We'll find you something pretty.
[It wasn't kindness. It wasn't even a desire to get in out of the cold. Clem just liked playing dress-up, and doing it with other folks was even more entertaining than doing it alone. She shoved the door open without thinking to hold it for the girl in the real bad clothes (real, real bad), and she called for a salesperson right off, like she owned the whole store just by stepping her Louboutins inside it.]