037: Thanksgiving

[livingmyths]

Thanksgiving was always kind of the best holiday. The soup kitchens had the best food then and the store owners would sometimes sneak the kids a little something and people were a little nicer - you could sometimes even get someone to let you sleep in a warmish warehouse that weekend. For nothing, even.

Long as you were smart enough to be gone before things started up again that Monday.

Christmas was never so good because everyone was too busy with their own things and they'd already spent tons of money. And 'cause Dad always started drinking mid-December and usually ended up locked up somewhere off and on which meant I couldn't even try and stay at a shelter. Too many questions and it wasn't safe to be little and there alone.

No matter where we ended up though, there were always a handful of kids in the same boat. And you know, for a price you could usually get somebody to look the other way so you all could be a little bit out of the cold. Luckily, Dad never really went anywhere that was super cold. Snow... that would have been really bad.

But Thanksgiving... Thanksgiving could be pretty good.

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[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

He smiled again and just kept resting against her. "I'll do that."

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[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

She stroked his hair gently. "If you want to sleep, go ahead, I don't mind."

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[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

"That's a bloody tempting idea. Thank you."

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[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

She continued to stroke soothingly and began quietly singing the lullaby again.

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[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help it. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep.

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[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Rain let her song fade away as she felt him slip into sleep. She shifted a little to make herself more comfortable, but still held onto him. After awhile she drifted off herself, feeling safe with Mat there in her arms.