No, he wasn't usually late. His daddy taught him all about the importance of being punctual, but he'd figured E.L. wouldn't mind him being a little tardy if it meant his face wasn't as red as a tomato.
Finally, though, he trotted up behind them, slowing down at the sight of Mollie-Sue's familiar blond pigtails until he had to duck behind the fat swell of a willow tree trunk so they wouldn't see him pitching a small fit. Aw, hell. What was she doing here?
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Date: 2014-09-12 05:56 pm (UTC)Finally, though, he trotted up behind them, slowing down at the sight of Mollie-Sue's familiar blond pigtails until he had to duck behind the fat swell of a willow tree trunk so they wouldn't see him pitching a small fit. Aw, hell. What was she doing here?