"That's what I said," He laughs, "But maybe that one was better behaved than most. Do you have any more stories like that?"
He nods, in reply to her question. "She raised us. Until we were six, and my father got back from India." He's not so hurt by it any more, but the fact Ethan didn't come back immediately after his wife died, never came back for his children... it had made him hate the man for a long time.
"So we played in that garden, helped her in it. Not very well, because we were too small to be much use." He says, and he smiles a little more. "She used to get me to help her plant Daffs. Daffodils. And in summer we'd all cwtch up in the evening under the apple tree, and she'd tell us stories."
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Date: 2022-11-09 12:22 pm (UTC)He nods, in reply to her question. "She raised us. Until we were six, and my father got back from India." He's not so hurt by it any more, but the fact Ethan didn't come back immediately after his wife died, never came back for his children... it had made him hate the man for a long time.
"So we played in that garden, helped her in it. Not very well, because we were too small to be much use." He says, and he smiles a little more. "She used to get me to help her plant Daffs. Daffodils. And in summer we'd all cwtch up in the evening under the apple tree, and she'd tell us stories."