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[aibileen]

Aibileen's in her alteration shop, working on some things for Angel. Summer's coming, and the baby (not a baby, but her baby) needs altered short sleeve shirts and tank tops. Even a swimming suit. She's humming while she works, keeping her mind off of other things. Thinking about how it's crawfish season and she wants to have a boil. She's not sure

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[faramir_hurin]

I've considered for some time having some things made. When I bought the fancy modern suit, the store fitted it, but these would be new items like things from home. I smile as I walk into the shop, knowing that the owner will be skilled. I'm wearing modern clothes, but I have the items in question--and several of them already have patterns from when Garak was here.

"Good morning. I have more work for you, if you're not too busy already."

[aibileen]

Aibileen smiles to see Faramir, putting down a small shirt. "Never too busy for you. Just workin' on some things for Miss Angel. Needs room for her wings."

She stands up. "What do you have for me?"

[faramir_hurin]

"I've spend long enough here that it does not even sound too strange to hear that." I know Angel, or I did. The Joker forced her to do terrible things.

"My clothing from home--I would like copies made. At least several of the shirts and the tunic. I have patterns for them from a tailor who was here before." I smile slightly. "Several of the trousers, though I don't have a pattern for those."

The doublet is leather and I don't need another. The village has supplied me with court clothing for some reason, perhaps thinking that it was better for me to wear to Koscuisko's party instead of the modern suit or ranger gear.

[aibileen]

Aibileen nods, then sizes him up a little, pants wise. "Might have to take some measurements, but nothin' sounds too hard, Mister Faramir. How soon you need everything?"

[bloodycarrie]

It was nearly mid april, and to the school term that meant spring dances. Spring dances meant that Carrie's skills as a dress maker got around the school, and soon she found herself with ten different commisions.

She tried to not think on it. Her last (and only) prom held so much promise, and yet ended so terribly.

Carrie kept her mind on her work, as much as the memory still hurt, there was some pride in people actually coming to her for requests.

She looked up from the dolly that modeling a dress, trying to place the song Aibileen was . "What song is that?"

ooc: is it okay if you bring in Angel at some point in the thread?

[aibileen]

Aibileen stops her humming and looks up, a small smile on her face.

"Was a code song. Written by old Peg Leg Joe. Tricked the white folk. Went to plantations singing this song that sounds like a spiritual. Told slaves how to get to the North if they followed the words."

Aibileen sings a little, her voice is a low timbre.

"Follow the drinking gourd
For the old man is a'waitin for to carry you to
freedom.
Follow the drinking gourd."

She looks at Carrie. "Follow the big dipper, points to the North star. Way to freedom."

(sure!)

[bloodycarrie]

It did sound like a spiritual, not the sort her momma would listen to, but still like one. She could tell how they were able to get away with it.

"For me, it was getting the courage to buy a bus ticket." SHe didn't know about going north, she was never entirely sure where she would go if she got the courage: she just knew that she always wanted to run.

She kept an eye on her work. The fabric was delicate and volumous, she couldn't afford to really mess up.

"Momma would listen to someone called Tennesee Ford. Most of his songs had nautical references." She listened to him so much, Carrie had long since gotten sick of the songs-not that she'd tell him.

[aibileen]

"I listened to him some on the radio. Had that one song, 'Sixteen Tons.'" She doesn't know how she feels about having something in common with Carrie's mother, knowing what she does about her.

Angel comes up front from the back, finished with her psychology homework that she does when she comes home from Kindergarten. She smiles at waves. "Hi Carrie!"