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Usually when Eddie went rooting around in the clothing box for clothes for his daughter he would take whatever it offered him. The thing seemed to get more ornery the pickier you were about what it offered you, so as long as it looked like it would fit her - one of the biggest challenges of clothing a growing child - he snapped it up and hoped for the best. Emmy was a little more particular about what she actually liked, but her tastes were so unpredictable that Eddie just offered her everything and hoped that something would stick.
Not today, though.
Emmy was going to start dance lessons soon and that meant she needed actual dance clothes, something the clothing box seemed reluctant to cough up.
"Is a pair of pink tights really too much to ask?" he said, reaching in and pulling out a wool sweater that probably would've been too much even on the coldest nights of a Tabula Rasa winter. "Really?"
So far he'd managed to claim a blue satin dress, a T-shirt with an unfamliar cartoon character on it, and a pair of velcro running shoes, all of which would be put to good use, but there was no sign of what he really needed.
"Come on," he said, "do you really want to disappoint a little girl?"
Not today, though.
Emmy was going to start dance lessons soon and that meant she needed actual dance clothes, something the clothing box seemed reluctant to cough up.
"Is a pair of pink tights really too much to ask?" he said, reaching in and pulling out a wool sweater that probably would've been too much even on the coldest nights of a Tabula Rasa winter. "Really?"
So far he'd managed to claim a blue satin dress, a T-shirt with an unfamliar cartoon character on it, and a pair of velcro running shoes, all of which would be put to good use, but there was no sign of what he really needed.
"Come on," he said, "do you really want to disappoint a little girl?"