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Mar. 19th, 2010 04:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepainted_lady"Come on," Lydia said, watching her daughter as she was bent over a notebook, scowling. The homeschooling program of the children of the carnival was very loose, but there was some of it, and Amanda working with the teachers had been one condition of Lydia finally giving up fighting Samuel on her staying.
Amanda had not been exactly amused, but with Samuel and Lydia in agreement, there was really very little anyone would do to defy them. Even the teenager caught on to that, pretty fast.
"I have homework," she said now, not looking up, something of her resentment over school showing in a reverse determination to irritate Lydia.
Lydia just smiled. "It will wait. Come on."
Amanda looked up for a moment, then shrugged and shut her notebook, falling in to step beside her. Lydia paused just once, to get them both cotton candy, which made Amanda give her a suspicious look. "What's going on?"
"We're going in to town," Lydia said, ripping a piece of the spun sugar off. "I figured we could use the energy for the walk."
"And pure sugar was your idea?" Amanda still looked skeptical. "That's not very mom-like."
"It's not a day to be mom-like," Lydia said, glancing up at the sun in the sky, and flashing her daughter a mischievous smile.
"No?" Amanda asked, finally starting to smile.
"No."
"Did you tell Samuel where we were going?" Amanda asked, glancing back at the carnival.
"Nope," Lydia said.
"So we're both basically playing hooky."
"Yep." Lydia grinned. "It's a time honored tradition in the family. Or, well, it was for me."
"Aunt Carol..."
"...Never skipped a day of class and really disapproved when I did."
"But she's not here."
"Nope."
"And Samuel doesn't know we're gone...."
"Nope." He probably wouldn't have cared that they were leaving, honestly--but it was more fun to sneak off.
Amanda's smile grew. "What are we going to do, then?"
Lydia took another bite of the cotton candy, letting it melt on her tongue, turning it blue, then flashed her daughter a smile. "Anything we want." She glanced down the hill toward the town in the valley, then shot Amanda a challenging look. "Race you."
She heard the slight shout of protest as she took off, that she was being unfair, but she could hear her daughter's footsteps coming fast behind her, and the catch of her breath on a laugh, and she let herself laugh as well as they ran down the hill, trying not to slip and fall, and making their way to a few hours stolen freedom, together.
Amanda had not been exactly amused, but with Samuel and Lydia in agreement, there was really very little anyone would do to defy them. Even the teenager caught on to that, pretty fast.
"I have homework," she said now, not looking up, something of her resentment over school showing in a reverse determination to irritate Lydia.
Lydia just smiled. "It will wait. Come on."
Amanda looked up for a moment, then shrugged and shut her notebook, falling in to step beside her. Lydia paused just once, to get them both cotton candy, which made Amanda give her a suspicious look. "What's going on?"
"We're going in to town," Lydia said, ripping a piece of the spun sugar off. "I figured we could use the energy for the walk."
"And pure sugar was your idea?" Amanda still looked skeptical. "That's not very mom-like."
"It's not a day to be mom-like," Lydia said, glancing up at the sun in the sky, and flashing her daughter a mischievous smile.
"No?" Amanda asked, finally starting to smile.
"No."
"Did you tell Samuel where we were going?" Amanda asked, glancing back at the carnival.
"Nope," Lydia said.
"So we're both basically playing hooky."
"Yep." Lydia grinned. "It's a time honored tradition in the family. Or, well, it was for me."
"Aunt Carol..."
"...Never skipped a day of class and really disapproved when I did."
"But she's not here."
"Nope."
"And Samuel doesn't know we're gone...."
"Nope." He probably wouldn't have cared that they were leaving, honestly--but it was more fun to sneak off.
Amanda's smile grew. "What are we going to do, then?"
Lydia took another bite of the cotton candy, letting it melt on her tongue, turning it blue, then flashed her daughter a smile. "Anything we want." She glanced down the hill toward the town in the valley, then shot Amanda a challenging look. "Race you."
She heard the slight shout of protest as she took off, that she was being unfair, but she could hear her daughter's footsteps coming fast behind her, and the catch of her breath on a laugh, and she let herself laugh as well as they ran down the hill, trying not to slip and fall, and making their way to a few hours stolen freedom, together.
