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[ironside_pixie]

She was wearing one of Ellen's skirts, a slender black number that reached halfway down her calves. There was a cigarette burn right near the bottom, but Kaye doubted anyone would notice, or care. She felt like a grown up, in the stuffy clothing, staring at the door to the funeral parlor. In a moment she would have to go in and join them. She didn'

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[ironside_pixie]

She turns, achingly slow and there's a moment when her feet catch on the sidewalk and it seems like she might sprawl there in the dirt. They don't and she completes her rotation to look at him with sharp eyes.

He shouldn't be here, this wasn't his place. She was the one who had to go in...

"Roiben."

[ironside_pixie]

"It's okay." Her voice is as tense as the dark smudges beneath her eyes, the shape of her shoulders.

She always has a smile to spare for him...even today - albeit a strained one.

"Where else would I be today?" Her eyes flick back to the door, smile silently fading.