She gathers the younger girl up in her arms, gently rocking her. Nancy'd always felt the movement comforting, something to turn to when she felt alone in the world. Often after a row with Bill.
She laughs though, low, bitter. "No- no, it ain't. If it were..." She drinks again. If it were, she was probably going to be stuck in the exact same spot.
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Date: 2019-03-02 05:28 pm (UTC)She laughs though, low, bitter. "No- no, it ain't. If it were..." She drinks again. If it were, she was probably going to be stuck in the exact same spot.