!EXVlxJM9Rg 06/11/10(Fri)06:13 No.10422626|
You sigh as you pull into a parking space. You turn and calmly explain to Emmie that she can't dig trenches in the yard anymore. That man was your landlord and he was very displeased. Emmie is hurt and confused, but you take her hand before she starts crying. You explain that the Landlord controls the apartments, kinda like a commanding officer. He just doesn't want the yard torn up, it wasn't the quality of the trenches he was upset with, just that they were there. You need to get permission first. She seems to cheer up when you suggest digging in the park.
Getting out of the car, you lead Emmie into the ice rink. Your breath comes out in puffs of steam, and you suddenly envy Emmie's greatcoat. Renting a couple of pairs of skates, you help Emmie into hers.
You help her onto to the ice, slowly and carefully. She takes a few tentative steps before her skates slip out from beneath her. She attempts to catch herself on you, but only manages to drag the both of you down into a jumble of limbs and each other.