It doesn't matter that it's not real. Seeing them together like that, hearing her father's voice again -- she can't help but crack a smile, even if it is a little on the hesitant side.
"That'll happen the day after never. But I think I could stand sharin' dishes with him." She dares to slide an arm around his waist as they walk, she and Ellen both finding themselves ushered out of the bar and towards home, but she doesn't want to be rushed. It'll be over before they know it.
She leans forward a little to peer over at Ellen, her eyes questioning. She's not sure how this is happening, but there's no denying that it is, and they're both fully aware of it, too.
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It doesn't matter that it's not real. Seeing them together like that, hearing her father's voice again -- she can't help but crack a smile, even if it is a little on the hesitant side.
"That'll happen the day after never. But I think I could stand sharin' dishes with him." She dares to slide an arm around his waist as they walk, she and Ellen both finding themselves ushered out of the bar and towards home, but she doesn't want to be rushed. It'll be over before they know it.
She leans forward a little to peer over at Ellen, her eyes questioning. She's not sure how this is happening, but there's no denying that it is, and they're both fully aware of it, too.