Re: Fashion District: Clementine & Holly
[Clem ignored the girl saying babies didn't look like anyone. She could argue, but she didn't much see the point. She got that from her daddy, and maybe it was just politics, but sometimes you just let people talk at nothing. It was easier than fussing, and what they said didn't matter none anyway. She knew that baby didn't look like her daddy, because she refused to have it look like her daddy, and that was plain and simple as could be. She had money now, here, she wasn't real powerless like before. She didn't need to ask folks for things, and there weren't going to be a whole bunch of borrowed beds and clothes in her future. She could do what she liked, and she liked thinking the baby looked like her. Simple as that.
A real sharp looking woman came when Clem called, but she took Holly's paper from between her fingers with an even more impressed eye, and Clem didn't like that none. It was like the woman was expecting the girl in the real bad clothes, and Clem looked over at the younger girl like she was trying to understand what she'd missed.
Must have some older man wanting a girl new. It happened. Her momma, when she'd gotten with her daddy, had been like that. Some menfolk liked cleaning their women up themselves, and she figured this rich old man might be like that.]
You got a sugar daddy, honey? [Asked as the saleslady led them way on back to a private room, pink plush chairs, a dais with a semi-circle of mirrors, and champagne chilling. A good brand, this man was going all out.
Clem motioned to the baby as she set herself on one of the chairs like royalty, thighs crossed and that fur shrugged off to place on the floor at her feet, fuzzy side up.] She likes the floor. Just set her on down. [She smiled.] I'm Clementine.