It was a peculiar place, this Tabula RasaMother had always stressed a thorough education, including all the classics, all of which they'd read together, in the parlor, in the dim light of the fire and gas-fueled table lamps. He had a rudimentary knowledge of Greek and Latin, as every proper, well-bred young man should, and he found it charming that
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The nicest room in the hotel seemed to be the one with the big TV-like wall, and a bookshelf, and a music box. Jukebox, Jason called it. So Sookie headed straight back there, shyly swaying her skirt by the door before she stepped inside, biting down on her lower lip and finding a seat next to the man there.
"Hi," she grinned widely. "Whatcha readin'?"
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Though, in truth, he'd spent very little time with children. He had no little brothers or sisters of his own, no nieces or nephews, and certainly no children, and in polite English society, young children were filtered away when their parents were entertaining guests.
But she was a tiny, perfect angel just the same, and he found himself immediately charmed. "Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream," he answered, turning to the title page so that the little girl could see the woodcut illustration of a lush, enchanted forest. "Perhaps not the most artfully written of his comedies, but it's always been one of my favorites. It's about fairies, you see."
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But this man was all nice, and he didn't seem annoyed that she'd interrupted his reading, so Sookie only managed to smile and beam as she stepped closer, her shoes only a touch too large for her feet, resulting in a shuffle. Lips pressed primly together, she examined the cover illustration carefully, trying to piece the letters together, although 'midsummer' was a bit too long for her to read without smushing the sounds all together in her head. Giggling and brushing down her skirt, she nodded and wondered about fairies, about their beautiful wings and pretty skirts.
"Can you read it to me?" she asked, a little shy (maybe mama would have scolded her for just asking plain like that), but too curious to stay away. "Is it a fairy tale? Does it have princesses?"
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He did wonder if the narrative might be a bit complicated for one so young, but he could remember finding much enjoyment in hearing his mother read to him, long before he truly understood what the stories meant.
"Shall we start at the beginning?"
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"Like Tinker Bell, right?" she asked. "Tinker Bell thinks Wendy and the other kids are so silly, and she makes all kinds of trouble for them." Nodding eagerly, Sookie sat herself down right next to the man, crawling closer and leaning her weight against him as she peeked in the book.
"From the beginning, then."
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She cuddled right up to him, so trusting and innocent, that he had to pause, opened to the first page, and ask, "Dear, where is your mother? If you don't mind my asking."
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But before she could tell him about the fairies and the Darlings and the boys, Sookie blinked at the question. "Uhm... mama's out with daddy right now, doing vacation things. They'll be back."
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