05-19-2022, 02:33 AM
Whether or not Mable genuinely believed in fairies, she did not elaborate on any more. Her eyes widened, light from candles and the moon reflecting within them. Both! Why hadn't she thought of that?
"Both sounds wonderful, Father! The shell idea too. I've heard some people collect shells too, maybe we can have a competition! To see who collects the most. Or the prettiest! And then use the spoils for the pebble game. You're so smart."
Just talking about it made Mable excited for all of the possible games they might play. If holding onto Father Brennan wasn't so nice, she'd twirl and jump and skip down the street back to the hotel.
And she'd have Father Brennan do it too.
Perhaps in the morning. Meanwhile, the hotel in question got closer and closer as they walked down the street. Mable was not ready for the walk to end.
"Do you have a favorite color, Father?"
"Both sounds wonderful, Father! The shell idea too. I've heard some people collect shells too, maybe we can have a competition! To see who collects the most. Or the prettiest! And then use the spoils for the pebble game. You're so smart."
Just talking about it made Mable excited for all of the possible games they might play. If holding onto Father Brennan wasn't so nice, she'd twirl and jump and skip down the street back to the hotel.
And she'd have Father Brennan do it too.
Perhaps in the morning. Meanwhile, the hotel in question got closer and closer as they walked down the street. Mable was not ready for the walk to end.
"Do you have a favorite color, Father?"
