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Nov. 14, 2012 at 1:28 pm
((That's OK, I don't mind the length of the posts...especially if you're busy.))
Nov. 14, 2012 at 1:42 pm
William kept his attention on his spaghetti. "Army," he answered simply. "I was in Iraq for a while. Didn't see much action, really." He didn't mention the carbombing. It seemed wrong to mention it in front of a complete stranger, even if she was sharing the second dinner with them.
Nov. 14, 2012 at 2:03 pm
Erie nodded, "My brther's a MArine." she offered. She wans't sure why she said it, she wanted to look good in WIlliam's eyes, something made her want him to respect her, she wasn't sure if her brother would make that happen though. She drummed her fingers faster on her jeans and looked at Garrett who was oddly quiet.
Friday finally got back to orphanage just in time for dinner. She sat down and started to eat her meal insilence, not paying attention to the otehr rather aannoying kids around her.
Nov. 14, 2012 at 2:44 pm
Garrett's mind was elsewhere. Where, he couldn't exactly decide. But it was somewhere else, that was for sure. Dinner was smelling good...
"Was he overseas?" To WIlliam, that mattered more than what regiment or division anyone was in. If you were in a great division and did nothing, it didn't matter. If it was the other way around, it mattered a lot.
Nov. 14, 2012 at 2:48 pm
"He is." Erie said, her stomach growled the food was smelling good, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. And then went back to drumming on her shorts with he rfingers. Her other hand still clutching her switchblade in her pocket, she didn't trust these people enough to relax and take her hadn out of her pocket.
Nov. 14, 2012 at 7:22 pm
((Did you mean posted here? My computer won't load it if you did...))
Nov. 15, 2012 at 8:46 am
When the spaghetti was done, William reached up and pulled a plate off of the cupboard, putting a couple of scoops of noodles and heaping them onto the plate. He then ladelled the sauce on top of them. "I'm sure he's alright. Where's he stationed?" He pull
Nov. 15, 2012 at 8:46 am
When the spaghetti was done, William reached up and pulled a plate off of the cupboard, putting a couple of scoops of noodles and heaping them onto the plate. He then ladelled the sauce on top of them. "I'm sure he's alright. Where's he stationed?" He pulled out a fork and mixed the sauce into the noodles, then went back to the stove and repeated the process for the other two plates.
Nov. 15, 2012 at 9:36 am
"FOB Delaram." Erie said, she looked at the spaghetti hungrily as WIlliam made three plates of it. Her stomach growled at her, she tapped her foot against the ground, waiting for everyone to be served so she could start eating. She was also thinking of her brother now, and as usaul when she thought of him she started to worry about him.
Nov. 15, 2012 at 9:56 am
Garrett walked into the kitchen, deciding to smile at Erie to be nice. He imagined she must be freaked out. She had run from home or whatever and was in a house of complete strangers. He'd be terrified, personally. He took his seat at the table. William set the plates in front of Garrett and Erie. William sat down with his. "Anyone want to lead in prayer?" he asked.
Nov. 15, 2012 at 10:07 am
Erie didn't volunteer. Her brother was Christian and had taught her to pray and such, she did pray on her own sometimes, when no one was looking, but not that much. When she did pray it was only a resquest to bring her brother home, nothing else. She always had problems believing GOD loved her because his book specificlly said 'Do not steal'. And well Erie admitted to herself she was a thief she stole pretty much for a living because she was to scared to go and stay at her own home. She'd have to ask her brother about her dilema when he got back.
Nov. 16, 2012 at 11:43 am
((Bumpo(yes, I know you don't need it bumped, but I felt like bumping this....))))
Nov. 16, 2012 at 12:50 pm
((I've been pretty busy, and I think today's the same story. I'll try to post later. Okay? I like the idea of this, even if it is slow moving.))
Nov. 16, 2012 at 12:53 pm
((Yep, no problem, I'll wait. :D))
Nov. 17, 2012 at 1:19 pm
Garrett decided to speak, though he knew it was a bad idea. "Umm, sir, we don't even know if she's Christian..." William sighed. "Garrett, I'm willing to bet that she is." Garrett stood p. What was he thinking? He couldn't win with William. "The First Amendment gives everyone the right to freely express religion. The services-"
"Shut it." William was enraged. How dare his nephew confront him in front of a guest? Thirty push-ups this time. After dinner. Garrett sat down. "Since you're so eager to speak," he growled, "you can pray."
Nov. 17, 2012 at 1:25 pm
Erie's fingers clenched her switchblade tighter as she saw William get angry, her eyes narrowed, she studied both parties in the fight that seemed to be coming. When Garrett sat down she didn;t relax her grip and studied both of them closer. She contemplated taking sides adn defending Garrett, but she didn't want to fan the flames anymore so she stayed quietly. She bowed her head, ready to pray.
Nov. 17, 2012 at 1:38 pm
"Dear God, we thank you for this day. You've done so much for us, and we're grateful to be alive, Lord. Bless this food to our bodies, forgive us our sins, and keep us closer to you." William nodded. Gerrett continued. "And God, I pray that one of us at the table realize that imposing your will on your nephew is not the best move in a moral sense, Lord. We pray for these things in you son's name, Amen." William stared at Garrett. Garrett shrugged. "Manning up."
Nov. 17, 2012 at 1:41 pm
Erie nearly snickered, but wiped her free hand across her mouth to get the slight smile off, then she started to eat. She ate quickly, like she was afraid the food would be taken away of disapear before she could eat it. She tried the twirling method to keep the spghetti from hang ing out of her mouth, but failed totally.
Nov. 17, 2012 at 1:45 pm
Garrett and William both ate in complete silence. Garrett was worried about what would happen when Erie left. William wondered if he was self-destructing by telling Garrett to be a man and stand up for himself and what he believes in. "Erie," William said, noticing the copious amounts of spaghetti she was fitting into her mouth, "you're welcoem to eat here at any time." He smiled.
Nov. 17, 2012 at 1:54 pm
Erie nodded, deciding against talking with ehr mouth full of food. Her mind was flipping through various things from how to pay WIlliam back for this, to what she actually had that was valuble in her, to when ehr father came back form work. He'd been home earlier this evening, but he may have gone back. She glanced up at the clock. Finishing her spaghetti she wiped her mouth with the napkin and glanced at the clock again. She probably should go home, not now, not this late, she'd risk running into her father and getting beaten. She'd find somewhere to sleep that night and tomorrow while she was checking the mail she'd search for some money or something to pay WIlliam with.
