Only the third blab and I’m already slacking… Yay me! Anyways, here you go~ The blab that was supposed to be posted Friday. Hope you like it!
Merrill Parlor laughed as her tiny bean pole of a daughter dragged her forward, pointing out numerous bright, vibrant things in the grocery store. For being so small, Sam certainly carried a generous amount of strength.
“Look, mommy!” The six-year-old exclaimed. She pointed an eager finger at the Valentine’s Day flower stand, bathed in red, white, and pink decor. “I wanna buy you a rose! Can I?” Merrill smiled and shook her head. “No, Sammy. But thanks.” Sam pouted. “Daw…” However, almost immediately, her sad demeanor perked up, almost literally glowing. “Josie!” She yelped. “Sam!” Another familiar little girl cried. Jo ran up an embraced her best friend, before the two young girls ran off into the holiday displays, chattering excitedly. Merrill was left alone.
Alone… Only spoiled by one very lost-looking man. Jo’s father. It wasn’t until he shuffled nervously forward that Merril realized this was the first time she’d seen -really seen- the man outside of formality. She’d expected to feel happy to finally speak to him, but instead of joy, an unpleasant, uncertain feeling writhed in her gut. It wasn’t one solid emotion, really – More like a hybridization of feelings she couldn’t quite comprehend. Thanks, for bringing such an amazing child into the Parlors’ life. Loathing, for pawning off his child to another family instead of nurturing her himself . And… pity? Where had that come from?
Perhaps it was from his big, watery, and ever so sad blue eyes, or the way his dull brown hair and beard sat unkept upon his sunken face. Maybe it was his hunched position, brought on by the lack of effort put into his own well being, expended instead on that of Jo, and— Whoa, thought Merril. How incredibly poetic of me.
“Uh…” The woman chastised herself on the thought put into that comment. “Merril-” she said stiffly, extending a hand. She was admittedly quite unsure of how to go about their introductions. “I’m Sam’s mom, but you probably know that already…” Instead of having her hand shaken, Merril was soon enveloped in the man’s small, fragile arms, and the slight smell of stale coconut shampoo.
“Thank you,” he said, voice like a mouse. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so much…” Merril awkwardly accepted the hug. “…For loving my Josie in a way I never could. Thank you.”
“I…” Merril muttered, shocked by the sheer gratefulness overflowing from his words. “Anytime. Sam’s family is her family, as long as they’re friends.” The man chuckled. He stepped back, an apology in his eyes. “Er…Sorry for being so abrupt. I’m just grateful she has someone.” He gazed sadly at his daughter. “There’s not that much I have left to give.” Merril felt her earlier resolve melting. “It’s fine,” she replied with a laugh. “And as for their friendship, I don’t think they’ll be growing apart anytime soon.” The two watched the girls rocked back and forth on the toy horse happily.
“I’m David, by the way. ” The man said. “And yes- I know all about you. And Sam. And gran Clarissa. And Jeremiah. And Moses. And aunt Paris and uncle Will. And Berry…” He laughed, and though it was quiet, Merril was soothed by the small noise- The knowledge that David did in fact do more than just talk. “You’re practically all she talks about!” A smile came to Merril’s face. “Really?” She watched as the two girls giggled. “…I’m glad to hear it.”
~Yay!!!! Another blab done. You’ll probably be getting some backstory on all these characters soon.