Emmy had once again managed to escape and was tearing across the grass ahead of Lily, who was calling her to no real avail.
"Emmy! Emmy! Emily Iris Strombeck will you come back here right now."
Emmy was so caught up in laughing at her mother that she ran straight into the man sitting on a pile of wood. Lily made a soft sound and exasperated protest and broke into a jog.
She was too old for this She was going to have to get that child a leash.
"Well, she sure got some legs on 'er. Looks like you got your hands full," Bill grinned, looking down at the little girl with a kind smile, "Hey there, Emmy. I'm Bill." He held out his hand to her to shake, and it looked like those little hands of hers were only gonna fit 'round 'bout two of his big fingers.
"Lookin' to. Want something lil' outta the way, figured this here was prime real estate. 'm not trespassin' on anybody's property, am I?" he asked seriously, but there was that ever present twinkle in his eye.
Lily shook her head at Emmy who was, to all intents and purposes, having a remarkably good time. Desert island or no, the child was going to have to learn that strangers were not there to be swung from if Mommy or Daddy were not in attendance.
"We're from Long Bay in Ontario," volunteered Lily. "Little bit north of you, eh?"
"Just a bit," Bill laughed, squintin' up through the sun at the woman and lettin' her daughter practically climb his legs, "I ain't been further north than the Mason Dixon. Seems like a whole new world t' me."
"Here?" Bill laughed, and he only had the very vaguest notion 'bout curlin'. He knew there was a whole lotta ice and some brooms, and that was 'bout where his knowledge of the sport ended. "Well, I'll be. You got some real devotees on your hands."
"Emmy! Emmy! Emily Iris Strombeck will you come back here right now."
Emmy was so caught up in laughing at her mother that she ran straight into the man sitting on a pile of wood. Lily made a soft sound and exasperated protest and broke into a jog.
She was too old for this
She was going to have to get that child a leash.
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"This one yours?" he asked the woman huffing her way down the path, though the answer was plan as day.
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"This is Emmy. I'm Lily."
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Lily shaded her eyes in the sun and looked at the pile of wood.
"You building out here?"
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"No, no. God, no. Enough space for everyone around here, eh?"
Lily nodded her head.
"I was just heading over to see a patient of mine, but her house is wy over there, so I guess you're doing fine."
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Bill let the little girl do what she pleased with his hand. He weren't using it then anyway.
"You're a doctor?"
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"God no. I'm a Midwife. Fifteen years going on, now."
Emmy was making a concerted effort to swing from Bill's hand. Lily reached out for her.
"Emmy, leave Bill alone. He's new."
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The staggering number of women bursting at the seams hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Oh, she ain't bothering me none." Bill grinned, giving the girl his other hand, just to help her along.
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"Pretty soon, yes." Lily smiled. "It's nice, you know? Life going on." She flipped her hair out of her eyes.
"So, Bill...Where'd you come from?"
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"Came from Wheelsy. Little town in South Carolina, not far from the Georgia State line."
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"We're from Long Bay in Ontario," volunteered Lily. "Little bit north of you, eh?"
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"Although, somehow, my friends and my husband still manage to have a curling rink."
She rolled her eyes.
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