I know exactly where you are, dad. I'll be there before you know it. While you wait, you might as well enjoy what they have to offer. The cider is pretty good.
[ Sharon damn near runs through Crenshaw towards the boardwalk, moving through the crowds like water. Even the exhaustion that's been bothering her for the last few months can't slow her. By the time she makes it to the area, her breath comes out in huffs and puffs and her chest burns just a little but it doesn't feel so bad.
She scans the crowd for her father's familiar face, bright-eyed and beaming. She won't be able to find him, though. She's looking for Christopher da Silva, searching for his messy mop of salt-and-pepper hair, and the long sleeves he always wore as winter came around. ]
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[ Sharon damn near runs through Crenshaw towards the boardwalk, moving through the crowds like water. Even the exhaustion that's been bothering her for the last few months can't slow her. By the time she makes it to the area, her breath comes out in huffs and puffs and her chest burns just a little but it doesn't feel so bad.
She scans the crowd for her father's familiar face, bright-eyed and beaming. She won't be able to find him, though. She's looking for Christopher da Silva, searching for his messy mop of salt-and-pepper hair, and the long sleeves he always wore as winter came around. ]
Dad? [ She calls out. ] Harry?