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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2007 17:39:00 GMT -5
((oh yes, teach these things to the eight year old! lol ))
"I realize dat now..." Hob said. "Dat wasn't the only reason I did it though. I did get mad at her. Alot."
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2007 17:40:49 GMT -5
(((hey maybe he'll listen to Uncle Max for once!)))
"I know ya got mad,but it still didn' give ya a reason tah shove her down da stairs," Max said, "Youse a Conlon, 'a course ya gunna have a tempah but ya gotta loin when ta use it,and when not to."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2007 17:51:44 GMT -5
((I was talking about the 'keep it in his pants' thing))
"Yes sir," Hob said, smiling a bit at his uncle. Max wasn't so bad when you got to talking to him. "Is mom okay? I know I shoved her pretty hard..."
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2007 17:55:59 GMT -5
((oh yeah.haha.))
"I don't know, I tink ya dad wantin tah take her tah da hospital" Max said, "Ya tink ya can go upstairs now?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2007 17:59:56 GMT -5
"Yeah," Hob said quietly. "Jus' hope dad's done yellin' at me."
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2007 18:04:04 GMT -5
"He's prolly too shocked about da kid.." Max said,pulling Hob up and going up the stairs into the living room.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2007 18:08:08 GMT -5
Hob followed Max up the stairs.
When they got up the stairs, Spot got up and went over to the couch, bending down and gently picking up Blondie.
"Spot, I can walk..." she protested.
He ignored her protest and carried her out to the car.
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2007 18:09:41 GMT -5
"Ya want me tah stay heah?" Max asked, "In case anyone calls?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2007 18:19:10 GMT -5
"Anybody dat'd call knows mah cellphone numbah..." Spot answered. "Thought you might wanna go see Race anyway..."
Blondie kept getting unreadable looks from Spot. He looked sort of angry. She had expected as much though. That's why she had been hesitating to tell him. She just sat in the passenger's seat looking down and trying not to let him bother her. He had done this last time and it drove her crazy.
The five kids piled into the huge car that they sometimes referred to as 'the short bus' and 'the tank' because it had three rows of seats and had been hit three or four times without so much as a dent. They left one seat open for Max.
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Post by Tellie on Oct 6, 2007 23:08:07 GMT -5
(( weeeee! Jumping in and attempting to liven the board up again! ))
In London, David paced the floor of the family room, muttering, while Lucky watched him. Their daughters three-year-old Anna and two-month-old Cara, played on the family room floor.
"I don't know the specifics, but the long and short of it is that Race is in the hopsital. Sarah called and told me that Jack had been the first one they'd called," David explained. "She wants us to fly back to New York, but I have work."
"Screw work," Lucky replied quietly so Anna couldn't hear and pick up on the term. "You already had to miss so much because you got transferred over here, and not to mention we missed seeing everyone at the reunion because of that dang boss of yours."
David paused and stared down at Anna's stuffed turtle. "Fine. I'll call Spot and let him know we're coming. You call Sarah. I know you haven't talked to her in a while anyway."
"All right." Lucky smiled and stood up, giving him a kiss on the cheek. David watched her walk into the foyer to call Sarah on the home phone and sighed, then flipped open his cell phone and dialed Spot's number.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 6, 2007 23:11:35 GMT -5
At the hospital, Spot waited impatiently in the waiting room for news on the baby. The buzzing of his phone made him jump a little. "Hello?" he answered it without looking at the name.
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Post by Tellie on Oct 6, 2007 23:13:26 GMT -5
"Spot?," David answered, going into his and Lucky's bedroom to pack their bags, knowing Lucky would pack some bags for the girls.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 6, 2007 23:15:47 GMT -5
"Hey Davey! Whaddya say?" Spot said.
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Post by Tellie on Oct 6, 2007 23:28:28 GMT -5
"Uh, Sarah called and told me about Race. We're headed to New York," he said, throwing some clothes into suitcases. "Probably won't be there until early tomorrow, though, with the way air travel is nowadays." He stopped a moment, realizing how long it had actually been since he'd gotten to talk to any of his friends because of work....nearly half a year, to be exact. "How's everyone else doing?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 7, 2007 13:01:02 GMT -5
"Dere's too much goin' on ta fill ya in on all of it..." I'll explain it all when ya get heah...One second Dave, da nurse is comin' ta gimme news..." Spot said, holding the phone away from his ear and covering the mouthpiece for a brief couple of minutes while the nurse filled him in. Before she walked away he nodded gravely and turned his attention back to the phone. "Dave? You still dere?" the disappointment was evident in Spot's voice.
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