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Post by Lacey on Jul 24, 2019 18:19:41 GMT -5
It worried her just a bit that Darcy was completely unwilling to see Spot again. Lacey knew how much it would mean to Spot to have some sort of closure when it came to what happened with his cousin, but it seemed as though every time that she would try getting that for him, she just ended up making things worse. This time, however... at least she had a letter. Something to prove that Darcy really was still alright and alive.
So, she had made her way back to the lodging house to wait for him to finish selling, a small pit in her stomach as she scanned the area. She didn't know if this letter would make things better or worse, but she genuinely hoped for the best.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jul 24, 2019 22:18:44 GMT -5
Spot took his time heading back to the lodge after selling. He wanted to make sure things were running smoothly with the new borders while keeping birds in line. He wanted to make everything as perfect as possible for Bridges. He was sure the kid could hold fort fine once he left, but still, he wanted to make sure he took responsibility before he left. Things had been a bit unstable when he first became leader, and he wanted to prevent Bridges from going through the same thing.
It was rather late when Spot finally made it to the lodge. The sun was just setting on the horizon as he walked up the steps to the lodge. He stopped short as he noticed Lacey standing on the porch.
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Post by Lacey on Jul 24, 2019 23:26:42 GMT -5
When Spot had finally showed up at the lodge, Lacey had been there for a good couple of hours, and she was rather exhausted. However, she instantly perked up upon seeing the familiar face, rushing up to him with a small grin on her face and extending the letter to him.
"You'll never guess who this is from."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jul 25, 2019 19:29:32 GMT -5
"Lacey?"
Spot was a bit surprised to see her here. And well, it was rather late.
"You'll never guess who this is from."
He blinked in surprise as he hesitantly took the letter from her hand. "Um... okay. Who is from?" He flipped the envelope several times, but whoever had written the letter had not signed the envelope. There was no real way of guessing who it could be from.
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Post by Lacey on Jul 25, 2019 19:31:20 GMT -5
"Um... okay. Who is it from?"
Lacey bit her lip, watching as he flipped it, and she figured that perhaps Darcy had done this on purpose, probably planning on giving the letter to someone who wouldn't know who she was in the first place, so that Spot just wouldn't know. That was a hunch, but she figured that it applied well with what she knew of Darcy so far.
"Darcy," She bit her lip harder, "She was in the park today. Told me to give that to ya.""
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jul 25, 2019 19:51:44 GMT -5
"Darcy."
Spot looked at Lacey in surprise, unsure if he heard correctly. "Who?"
"She was in the park today. Told me to give that to ya."
It took a lot of self control not to rip the letter open right then. If this was from Darcy... his cousin Darcy.
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Post by Lacey on Jul 25, 2019 19:55:16 GMT -5
"Who?"
"Darcy," She repeated, "Your cousin Darcy."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jul 27, 2019 15:24:51 GMT -5
"Darcy. Your cousin Darcy."
Spot could hardly believe it. A letter... a letter from Darcy! He couldn't hold back anymore. His hands were slightly shaky as he opened the envelope and pulled the letter out. There was no doubt of it now. It may have been years since he last seen his cousin's handwriting, but he could recognize it in an instant. It was the same barely legible scrawl. Apparently, she hadn't bothered to improve her writing skills. And...
He groaned in frustration. "Of course she would have to write in Gaelic," he grumbled.
Spot spoke and understood Gaelic, but once he became more focused on being a newsie, he didn't really keep up his Gaelic writing practice... and now he couldn't read the letter his cousin wrote. He almost crumpled the letter in frustration. He might have to see if Thunder could still read Gaelic...
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Post by Lacey on Jul 27, 2019 16:19:21 GMT -5
Of course, there was bound to be some sort of catch, though Lacey most definitely wasn't too happy about it.
"Of course she would have to write in Gaelic."
Her eyes widened a bit, along with a small huff. She figured that if it hadn't been a problem, Spot wouldn't have cared, but the frustration on his face was obvious.
"I'm sorry, Spot..." She whispered.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jul 28, 2019 17:21:43 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, Spot..."
He shook his head. "It's all right... I'll just have ta see if Thunder can read it."
Spot felt a little stupid to have to go all the way to Staten to get a letter read, but what other choice did he have?
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Post by Lacey on Jul 28, 2019 23:15:52 GMT -5
"It's all right... I'll just have ta see if Thunder can read it."
Lacey nodded slowly. It seemed as though once again, she had managed to cause trouble when it came to Darcy, and she felt bad about it.
"Well, uh... I should head back ta the lodge before Mrs. Harbour closes up for the night." She flashed him a small smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'll see ya tomorrow?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jul 29, 2019 15:10:02 GMT -5
"Well, uh... I should head back ta the lodge before Mrs. Harbour closes up for the night."
Spot nodded absentmindedly. He had forgotten how late it was getting. "Yeah..."
"I'll see ya tomorrow?"
He shrugged, not really paying attention as he looked at the letter in his hands. He probably should wait until morning to head to Staten... but this letter! He had to know what she wrote. It couldn't wait until morning.
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Post by Lacey on Jul 29, 2019 15:12:44 GMT -5
"Yeah..."
Lacey sighed sadly, chewing on her lip at the essential lack of any response. It seemed as though Spot was distracted, and she understood why, so she didn't say anything.
"Goodnight, Spot." She whispered, turning to head back to the lodge in silence.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jul 29, 2019 22:37:33 GMT -5
"Goodnight, Spot."
By the time Spot registered her words, she was already out of earshot. "Goodnight..."
He sighed. He was too distracted these days. He needed to pay attention to Lacey, but life was really getting in the way these days. And well, things were just not quite the same between them anymore. He sighed again as he gripped the letter in his hand tightly. He'd sort through that later. Right now, he was going to head to Staten. He had made up his mind, late or not.
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