"It's Sunday sure 'nough, but I ain't too worried 'bout my Ma'," she says, and I laugh.
"Boys in my hometown used to sing that song. Sometimes they'd sit on the front porch of my parents' store and my ma would shoo them off, saying they had the manners of a cat," I say, and my smile softens at that memory. The kettle whistles so I take it off the heat. Tess looks a little flushed, and the colour suits her. I put a hand up to her cheek and find it warm. "Would your mother be shocked, about - this?" I ask softly, leaning in to kiss her. "I guess she would rather you were marrying a nice farm boy," I add. "Maybe she would have liked me as Robin Hood," I continue with a quick little smile, and I feel myself get warmer, remembering the night, or at least before it all went horrid.
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Date: 2009-08-26 11:30 pm (UTC)"Boys in my hometown used to sing that song. Sometimes they'd sit on the front porch of my parents' store and my ma would shoo them off, saying they had the manners of a cat," I say, and my smile softens at that memory. The kettle whistles so I take it off the heat. Tess looks a little flushed, and the colour suits her. I put a hand up to her cheek and find it warm. "Would your mother be shocked, about - this?" I ask softly, leaning in to kiss her. "I guess she would rather you were marrying a nice farm boy," I add. "Maybe she would have liked me as Robin Hood," I continue with a quick little smile, and I feel myself get warmer, remembering the night, or at least before it all went horrid.