
It's the Harts. Much innuendo that's not innuendo at all. You are forewarned.

Well, damn.

Sandy was still getting situated to her newest living arrangement.
Everyday Rhett went to work and Goldie to school, leaving her and Proxy to figure out what to do with themselves.

Val wasn't in the habit of shunning the company of any woman but he couldn't see his way
to hanging around with just him and Sandy (and the baby and the dog) all day everyday.
He wasn't far behind Goldie and Rhett after they left in the mornings. He had some work to take care of himself.

"Hey. Lady. We ain't open yet*," Candy said.

After she tidied downstairs Sandy moved on to the next phase of her programme of maintenance and clean up.

She didn't mind, honestly. She and Proxy were settling into a routine.

Val was the one who asked Candy to stop in that afternoon but he couldn't bring himself to make the proposition he'd been mulling.
Still couldn't, even when she came back that evening.
She was flush with cash right at a time when he wasn't but it was something more than pride keeping him from being able to ask Mrs. Mann to invest in them.
Oh hell. And that right there, the meeting of the Mrs. Manns, that wasn't about to go down. Not here, not now.

"She gone? Good. Stupid cow. You can do a lot better'n her."

"Come on, Pop. Like I don't know what's what. You and me," Candy said, trying out a one-handed juggle, "we go way back. All the way to the cradle."
"Yours anyway."
"Yee-up. So I know what I know when I know it," she added, reintroducing the third tumbler to her act.

Far as doing better, Candy hadn't been wrong about that, not according to the way he felt.
But even this relationship was complicated by another one of his kids' messy love lives gettin' in the way when he was gettin' his.
Can he live? Damn. Well, he's gonna anyway. (Far as Day goes.) Let them sort it.

Sandy fed Proxy and whipped up a quick breakfast while she was there but before grabbing a bowl herself she had to scrub down this counter.

The family had piled in practically all at once and grabbed their bowls. She, she didn't want to intrude on them at the table.

But she realised that was, it was silly. She lived here now.
It was about time she shed some of those self-conscious layers she'd put on during the winter.

"Rhett left for work already," Val said when he looked up and noticed her. "Thinks he can score some points beating Daytona in this morning. We'll see."
Val wasn't trying to make her feel any more awkward, himself either for that matter, but acting like it wasn't what it was or like they didn't
have just such a moment when she ran into them this morning or like there wouldn't be more to come didn't make any sense to him.
Sandy leapt up to clear the table the second their spoons clinked in the bowls. He had to let her know that wasn't necessary,
she didn't need to do all the cooking and cleaning and fixing. She was a guest in their home. Well, not exactly a guest but...
"If there's anything I know it's how to be a gracious hostess and an inconspicuous houseguest. Excuse me. I think I hear Proxy."

That was a feeble falsehood but being reminded that she was a dependant, an expendable one at that...Sandy sighed.
Candy had reappeared in town. Without so much as a 'pardon me' she'd grabbed Goldie and raided the
closet - her own, of course - leaving only scraps of tackiness. But dependers can't be choosers, can they?

No.
It could work. But it wouldn't.

"All right, all right, Proxy," Sandy said as she slipped back into her sackcloth, it was the uniform of her new life.
But she stopped short of dousing the ashes these days, opting for baby powder instead. "Mommy's coming. Mommy's here, see."

Proxy possessed excellent nonverbal communication skills, but she didn't say much. Not yet.
Not to worry, though, the baby wasn't her only source of companionship by day.

Poochie didn't say much either.
But he was an enthusiastic new friend.

Her days didn't vary much but Sandy managed to find a few stolen moments when she was transported into a more vivid version of the world.
The Harts didn't have the best library she'd ever seen but that meant peeking into the kind of books she'd
otherwise never read: thrillers, romances...bestsellers! And, don't tell her dearly departed mother but, she kind of liked them.
Goldie came straight home from school today, alone, and aggravated out of her senses. As soon as she thought she was getting the hang of things, she got another D!

"You, uh, you didn't wait for me after school. So I went ahead and walked the kids home.
Maybe you wanted to be by yourself or something but are you upset with me? Is something wrong?"
"Just that Mr. Weiss hates me and I'm stupid."
"What! Goldie you are not stupid. You're like the smartest person I know. And why you always thinking people hate you? Nobody hates you, why would they?"
"I guess not. But that other part, I mean, you're only sayin' that to make me feel better. I'm not smart. No way am I the smartest girl you know."
"But you are."
"Oh yeah. What about Virgie?"
Again with this Virgie obsession! She was cool people but c'mon. "Listen, Virgie...Virgie's a show off. She knows book stuff but you're smart about real life, you know people."
"I do?" Goldie challenged.
"You can tell what people are thinking and feeling even before they know. I never met anybody else who can do that."
"That's not the same thing as smart, though."

"It is. Look, c'mere," he led her over to one of the benches, "book stuff's not the only kinda smart. And with Virgie, it's like, book stuff comes easy
for her, so she shows it off. But that's not bein' smart so much, it's more like, like a talent. Everybody's got different talents, you know. But smart is more
than that, it's like how you use your talents. Book stuff is just one kinda talent, and I ain't even saying Virgie shouldn't show it off cuz that's not cool.
But you got lotsa talents too and you should show 'em off more. I know how talented and smart you are but you gotta, like, really live it so you won't forget."

Goldie scooted closer and dropped her head onto David's shoulder. She didn't know how it was that he always made her feel better.
"I love you."

"Wait, say that again."
"I love you."
"One more time."
"David!" Goldie giggled.
"I love you, too."

" 'Course you had to already know that..."
Sandy had decided that was enough me-time for one day. She checked on Proxima again and set to tackling the yardwork.
Honestly, how they could stand it with these weeds multiplying and spreading everywhere she did not understand.
But she didn't know Goldie was out here with her boyfriend. She didn't mean to interrupt.
"Oh! Oh my! That's a very big dog."
"Sarah, no! Down girl. Honest, she won't hurt you," David said, but he was still kinda too preoccupied to do more than call her to heel.
Fortunately, that worked.

Sandy (who had not been afraid of a wolf when she was roughing it on her own) hurried away
from the very big dog and set about clearing the rest of the Harts' personal weed garden.
Rhett approved.
Hell, she was always doing stuff around the house when he got home from work. That was a great idea of his to move her in!

Lunch?

"Yo, kiddo."
"Oh, uh, Rhett, hey." Goldie looked up, ready to hop off David's lap if need be.
But " 'Sup, David!" was the only thing else Rhett said before heading in.
(The fact that she had a boyfriend is actually what signalled to Rhett that Goldie wasn't a kid no more. Actin' like she was was just Pop's thing.)

*No, Rhett never autonomously interacted with this baby. Never. But picking her up from the floor when there was some big ass dog they don't know
lurking around was something even he could figure out. And bonus brownie points for looking like the doting dad right when Sandy came in to witness it.*

That morsel on the floor never did smell right. It wasn't food at all, it was a pup!
How the humans managed to keep their young safe long enough when they were
all so careless, Sarah didn't know, but she knew this smell was not mistaken.
"Uh...a little help here!" Sandy called out when Sarah came bounding over, begging, "Please...Somebody!"

Valentine to the rescue.
He 'just happened' to be coming in through the back way from picking up some fresh veggies from
the Lands (now Mary wasn't there) and working a new deal for the liquor supply to The Dugout with Homer.
"What the hell? Who let this big ass dog* in my house? Goldie!! David!" Val made an
educated guess, "Come get this damn dog! Shoo you! Get on outta here," he warned.
Sarah was about sick of the humans yelling at her. She hesitated to leave without her meal, until she heard her master calling for her.
*yes, that is a family phrase

"You all right?"
Sandy didn't know why she had been so terrified but, yes, now she was quite all right.

Valentine still wasn't entirely sure about this one, he didn't know why.
But holding it against her just 'cause her mama should've known better wasn't right. Just had to
give it some extra time, that's all, they'll get to the bonding. After all, she was a Hart, wasn't she?
"Even when we start as the underdogs we always win 'em in the end."
Now whether that was a promise or a prophesy even he couldn't tell yet.

"There you are. That boy, he staying for dinner? Y'all keep that dog outside, you hear me."
"He already left and took Sarah home."
Hey, that wasn't no skin off his nose. Kid was here quite enough as it was, or she was over there.
"Well, here ya go then, I know you can't wait to take her."
Val never knew how much Goldie loved babies, since even among their old set she was always the youngest kid around.
But that fussy little one took to her, too, just like Una. All in all, it warmed his heart to see. And it didn't hurt that doin' the fun and the dirty duty
around here as the devoted aunt probably gave her a better idea than her brother or sister had about how fun it ain't makin' em before you're ready.

"San-dy!"

After living on air and hope for so many months Sandy loved being in the kitchen, exploring the options. Tonight was roast beef!
She'd managed to keep it away from that beautiful growling beast. Sandy peeked to see that it was browning properly when she heard Rhett yell for her.
She dashed straight off to see what the matter could be.
"Rhett, what is it? Is it the baby? She always licks the soap, that's okay."
(Yeah, right, like he would be bathing the baby. That also fell to Goldie's lot.)
"Sink's broken," he said. "You can fix it? Right?"
"Rhett, I'm cooking."
"But?"
"Later. I'll fix the sink later."

At least dinner wasn't burned from her messing about with him when he didn't want anything.

"I don't know what came over me earlier, I'm not usually so frightened," Sandy tried to explain, "but, but thank you."
"Anytime."
"You don't have to be scared of Sarah," Goldie defended David's dog, forgetting just then how
she felt when she was on the other side of that growl herself. "She wouldn't hurt anybody."
"Perhaps not. But I have to say she's not the cuddliest creature I've ever met."
Val chuckled and so did Rhett, chiming in, "So, yo, who's this Sarah chick?"

Goldie attended to getting Proxy ready for nite-nite while Sandy set about tackling the problem sink after dinner.
She didn't feel particularly accomplished but it was another chore down.
And weird as it was having Sandy in Candy's room Auntie Goldie was getting used to it.

Sandy still wasn't done for the night. She got sidetracked earlier.
And was getting sidetracked again. Busywork does have its limitations.

Sandy insisted on staying in her own separate room, much to the man-child's relief she was sure, especially now that there was
no threat of Candy coming back to reclaim her space. But that didn't mean they wouldn't keep open the doors of communication.
It's just that when she was all...talked out Sandy preferred to be by herself.

Well, a minor revision on that perhaps. She'd rather be with the one who loved her. Completely.

She lifted Proxy out of her sleeper and snuggled in close.

That night almost everyone in the house had telling dreams about their innermost desires.

Goldie couldn't sleep, though.
She went ahead and got up early, beating the rush to the bathroom, and started in on this self-replenishing pile of homework.
She felt better about herself when David was there, telling her she was smart and
being so sweet and encouraging, but she still didn't know what she was doing. Ugh.

Candy didn't leave a robe behind in her closet. If she even owned one. So Sandy had to throw on her pjs to head to the bathroom.
She didn't know Rhett was in there, she knocked but there was no answer.
Goodness, he even strutted his way out of the shower! Sandy did not know what she was going to do with him. She really didn't.

But didn't she, though? Rhett knew he was feelin' pretty damn good, 'specially after last night.
"Hey, where'd you get off to? I don't mind if you, y'know, stay sometimes. I'm not gonna get mad or nothin'."
"It's all right. I, um, I don't like to leave Proxy alone for too long."
"Oh. Ok, that's cool. Suit yourself. Bathroom's all yours." He aimed his trusty finger gun at her and clicked on the trigger, then he swaggered out.

Damn it, Rhett. The bathroom was all hers all right.
After her shower, Sandy set to cleaning up the messes he'd left behind.

Goldie jumped up once the sun came all the way up, abandoning her pile of homework.
She had to beat Sandy to making breakfast today. Since she got here she'd been taking over, making breakfast and dinner everyday!

Rhett wasn't so useless. No, sir.
And there were apparently still a few rounds left in the ol' finger gun so he fired off a shot at Goldie, too, why not.
"You're taking out the trash?"
"Yessir. And good lookin' out on the breakfast, kiddo. Sandy might be too pumped out to do the full works this mornin'. Hope you throwin' in some bacon with those eggs."
"No bacon, Rhett. We don't have none anyway."

Goldie didn't know why he was going on like they didn't eat breakfast before Sandy came.
She'd been making sure Pop had a healthy breakfast everyday!

After she cleaned it, Sandy realised the toilet was clogged, too. More to do.
And, while she was in there, the dog had been scampering around since yesterday a little too smelly so she took care of that as well.

"Smells good, don't it, Pop? Looks good, too. Goldie's been gettin' better at this cooking stuff. Guess she learned more from Mary than we thought, huh."
"Mmph. Mm-hmm."

"Did you hear all that noise last night?" Goldie asked.
"Yeah, I heard it all right."
"It kept me up. Sounded like someone was killing a cat or something. You musta heard it too, Rhett."
"Hell yeah, I heard it. Heh. Definitely right about one thing. I sure was puttin' a hurtin' on that—"
"Hey now, watch your mouth, boy." Val glared at him and nodded in Goldie's direction.

But Rhett was still of a mind to gloat about his command performance, since they brought it up and all.
"All's I'm sayin' is y'all can call me the cat's meow from now on. Cuz boy do I know how to make them kitties purr!"
Did the boy even hear himself when he said that stuff out loud? "Well, you could stand to be more discreet," Val started in.
Goldie couldn't believe she even brought it up now! She grew up in this family, too; she knew what...what...what the night noises were, but she really
didn't make the connection. No wonder they kept treating her like such a baby. When she made mistakes like this they musta believed she was so, so naïve!
So much for what David said about her being smart about people...
"Discretion, you know, is the better part of..." Val fumbled for the word, it was something like virility, a lesson the boy should learn.
"Valour," Sandy whispered, drawing attention to her presence in the room.
She was completely horrified - mortified - not only to find out that, that they'd heard but that in this house her most
intimate moments were deemed a suitable subject for conversation. With the whole family. At the breakfast table!
~

"I don't mean to cut you off, Robbie, but you mind clearing off for a minute. My daughter's father just walked in."
"Ohhh. No problem."
"It won't take long."
"Gotcha."
Dude sized him up when she gave him the boot but Rhett wasn't even fazed, he knew Penny's type, what she liked...

"You're lookin' good, Pen."
"Cut the crap. You want something, go on and spit it out."
"I was wantin' to know if maybe we could take the girls—"
"No."
"Well, damn, Penny. You don't even let me finish talking."
"I know. That's not what I meant to do." Penny wanted Una to be friends with her sister, she did, but hearing him
talk about 'the girls' like that, like there was nothing awkward and wrong about how they became sisters, that pissed her off.
"Go ahead," she said, "finish asking what you wanna ask."
"Nothin' too crazy. A day at the lake. This weekend or somethin'. So they can play."
"Okay. Just you and me, though...and my daughter and your daughter...?"
"They're both my daughters."
"That's not gonna work. But if Goldie wants to tag along, and maybe see if Candy wants to bring Richie, yeah, we can make an outing out of it."
He'd just better not show up alone, though. Cuz she would snatch up Una and go home, she wasn't even kidding.
Penny was not playing his game. Matter of fact, she was just gonna call Candy herself to make sure.

Rhett had known for a long time that all women blow hot and cold, that's why you needed a whole...menagerie.
(Another Sandy-word he'd half-assed learned.)
The only bad thing when they didn't blow the same way on the same day was you couldn't no way get 'em together for a l'il ménage-à-trois-ing.
(He forgot what she said the connection was but he liked the way both sounded.)
And since he knew women were like that, Rhett didn't need to bother with asking (her or himself) why Sandy was avoiding him the past few days.
Prolly PMS. Just ride it out, she'll be back. He was kinda glad it was tonight, though, that she came scratching at his door.
"You believe in ghosts?"
"Ghosts?" She scrunched up her face. "Certainly not. Unless...are you talking about
metaphorical ghosts? Because that's something I think we can, and probably should, discuss."
But Rhett claimed he didn't know anything about all that.
"I'm kinda beat so I don't know 'bout tonight, might not be able to work you over like you like it."
"Rhett."

"Maybe we could just—"
"What?" Sandy snapped, ready to shut down any lewd suggestion he was about to make because she was not in the mood.
"Just, y'know, cuddle."
"Oh."
"Wait, lemme get the lights."

"There." Rhett wrapped his arms around Sandy and squeezed. "This is nice, y'know. Havin' somebody that's here that you can kick it wit' and, like, kick back with."
"I...don't know what you're saying."
"That's a first. I'm sayin' we ain't always gotta fu—"
"I get the point now," Sandy cut him off.
"What, you don't like that word? Knockin' them boots, then. Hittin' the skins. Beatin' that thing up!"
Why were all his euphemisms so aggressive? Sandy shook that thought away. If she actually asked he might be ungallant enough to remind her.
"But it's cool that we can just be like this sometimes, too."
Rhett leaned back and pulled her closer and he sighed like this was pure contentment.
It was too much for Sandy, too much not enough. She rolled over and started kissing him.
"But wait, Sandy, I thought..."
"Shush."

Candy came around pretty often (now that she was at her liberty).
"Goldie! Phone!"

Rhett was still on about ghosts.
Candy wasn't ever his first choice for talking to about stuff but at least she might know something this time. Sandy wouldn't even listen.
But he waited until Pop turned the corner to get to the point because he didn't wanna have that fight either.
"Hey, you used to see Ma all the time, right? Her ghost, I mean."
"I never said that."
"But you did, though?"

There she went cleaning up again, but why fight it.
"Candy's here."
"Yes, I saw," Sandy said and headed for the dishwasher.

"She ain't bring my grandson with her this time, says he's interviewing nannies with that husband of hers."
"The baby is?"
"That's what she said." Val shook his head and handed Proxy over.

"You saw Ma?"
Candy was about to ask was she green but Rhett said, "Nah, I didn't see her.
But I been feelin', like, I dunno, haunted. Like there's somebody there all the time."
"But you don't never see 'em?"
"No. But it's like somebody's watching. When I'm in the shower or tryna get some sleep. Or like whenever I'm, y'know, 'bout to get down with—"
"Yourself?"

"What? Man, please."
"You please. Ma don't give a shit what you an' mini-Rhett get up to. If it's a ghost for real, it ain't her."

"Ay, look," Rhett forgot what he was even talking about, "me an' Big Pimpin' do all right, ok. I stay knee deep in chicks can't wait to give it up to me."
"Yeah, whatever Big Pimpin'. You really are such a dickhead, too, like, don't say that out loud to nobody else, ok."
"You don't know whatchu talking 'bout."
"Oh, I don't? I'm a chick, remember, so believe me when I say they're only gonna laugh at you.
Plus, I grew up with you and the way you ran around bare-assed all the time...Pimpin'? Puh-lease."
"Yo! I was just a little kid then."
"No shit."
"So it got bigger, stupid."

"If you say so."
"Big. Pimpin'. Yo."
"I wouldn't tell nobody you think so."

Yeah. That was about enough talkin' to Candy for Rhett for one day.
(And their rel scores did get boosted all the way up to 20!
But as far as boundaries go...what's that?)
He'd rather play with the dog. Outside.
She wasn't no help for nothin'.

Sandy may have preferred to hole away in her room, well, Candy's, well, her room whenever she wasn't keeping her hands busy but
behaving like a hermit would only reinforce the idea that she didn't belong here. So she put Proxy down and came over to be sociable.
"We could really use a maid, too" Candy said as Sandy sat down.
"I hear Master Richie is assisting in the hire of household staff. That's very precocious."
"If you say so. But who better'n him? He's the one gotta like her, not me. And anyway I'd only get in the way of Rich's 'vetting process'.
So I let my boys go ahead and do what they do." Candy pursed her pout, looking over Raggedy Sandy. "But a maid, Pop, that's what we need" she said.
More'n a nanny. Cuz I can do that stuff, take care of my kid...'specially soon as he's, like, housebroken. But I do kinda like the idea of, like, a butler.
Remember, oh whatsisname, Pop, the one who used to bring his butler, in that tux and everything, to all the parties? You know who I mean.
I think they were havin' it off, cuz butler-man was way too pretty, but he made him stand around like he was still on the clock! That's messed up."

Menagerie. That's all he's sayin'. Best word Rhett ever heard.

Goldie finally got off the phone and came over since Candy was here.
"...so you see there's even worse consequences to livin' a lie. That's why I always say, whatever you do be true with you.
And be ready to take your lumps in the mix of it. Spend too much time ducking and dodging, you end up lying
to yourself. That's how those secrets, who wasn't so secret to start, come back and bleed you dry," Val was saying.

"That, well, that sounds like excellent advice. Although it isn't always easy when you find yourself out on a limb. Alone."
Sandy blushed. They weren't talking about her but she felt compelled to express her
gratitude for the hand that was extended when she was teetering at the edge of nowhere.
All because she had been truthful (about being untrue).
"The way you've made space in your home for Proxima and for me...I truly appreciate it.
It's...heartening to know that family still means something, well, sacred, yes. To some people."
"Look," Candy cut her off before she got too phony—whoops, too late. "Screwin' around with my brother don't make you part of the family, ok."

"If it did half the damn town would be Harts. What?"

'They already are,' Sandy thought. But she didn't say it. In her position she couldn't afford to say what she thought.
So she got up and walked away since she was so obviously unwelcome to Rich Mann's trophy wife.
"What the hell is with you, Candy? You can't come up in here and be so damn rude."
"Pop, she's usin' you. Rhett, too. I'm tellin' you."
"That's enough, Candy. You had your say but the next time you check all that at the door, you hear what I'm telling you?"

Val got right up to go smooth that over.
He may not know what it is Rhett sees in her but he couldn't let her think Candy spoke for them.

*But tell 'em how you really feel, Val.*

"Mind if I join you?"
No need to be polite now. It was his house. When he sat down, Sandy let him know, "I'm not as fragile as I seem."
"Never thought you were."
"I've been trying my damnedest not to get in anyone's way."
"Yeah. You should probably stop doing that."

"Why don't you like her?"
"Just don't. And don't you trust her neither. Chicks like that, they're users. Whoever they can get their hands on if it gets 'em what they want. But I ain't fallin' for all that
nicey-nice crap. You think if she had a choice she'd be with Rhett? Gimme a break. She gonna take him for all Pop got and move on the second som'n better come along."
But, but Candy had to know some people thought the same things about her. Goldie didn't know. She wasn't, wasn't completely comfortable with Sandy yet but she didn't dislike her.
She was Proxy's mother.
"No Richie today, why not? Where is he?"
"Off doin' Richie shit," Candy said, "She had the nerve to...whatever."
"Um, Richie's one, Candy. What kinda, um, stuff can he have to do?"
"He's with his father. I'll be sure and bring him next time to hang out with you and grumpy Gramps."
"And Proxy."
"Yeah."


"Later, dumbass."
Rhett didn't even acknowledge her. He had enough of her for one day and he was done, he meant that.
But when he came in he was surprised and kinda happy to see Pop and Sandy getting along better.

"You're in for it now, Pop!"
"We'll see about that."
Rhett shook his head, he couldn't back his Pop on that bet. "Nah, you don't know her. Sandy, she's a thinker."
"And what am I, a talking houseplant? You see how he underestimates his old man? But I wouldn't count me out."
Valentine moved his next pawn into position and looked askance at Rhett. "Not just yet."
"Hey, all I said was you can't beat her." Rhett shrugged. "She don't say a whole lot but she don't like to lose."
"That so? That makes three of us then, in this room alone. Four when you count the baby."


Nothing like a good jog, just Pop and Goldie, to start a morning right.

"Oh, hey there, almost didn't see ya. Good mornin'."
"Good morning. Looks like you two had an exhilarating jog!"
"It's a beautiful day. You should take the baby out."

"I think I will. We could use the fresh air. And looking at you two reminds me that I need to get back into the rhythm, see if I can finally get rid of this baby paunch."
"Paunch?" Valentine laughed, "You women are never satisfied, are you? I don't see a bit of any kinda paunch on ya."
"Oh, it's there, believe me. I haven't been very active lately, which is somewhat surprising, I do love to work up a good sweat."
She didn't mean it like that but Valentine smirked at her and she smiled back, she didn't blush. It was nice being able to actually talk to another...adult.
"You're more than welcome to join us in the morning."
What? Goldie looked up.

Noooo.
"Well, I don't know." Sandy glanced at Goldie. "I don't think I'd be able to keep up."
"Don't worry about that. Ain't as young as I used to be so we pace ourselves. Otherwise my champion sprinter here'd run circles around her old man,
ain't that right, Goldie? Oh," Val noticed her already walking away. "We could even do a brisk walk one day if you're lookin' to start out really low impact."
NO! No. No. Nooo.
What was he doing? That was their time!
"Um, maybe. I don't know if, if Rhett will want to watch the baby."
Sandy could tell Goldie didn't want her along even if her father didn't notice.
Candy already didn't like her but Goldie was a sweet-hart, she didn't want to encroach too closely and give her any reason to side with her sister.

"Hi." Sandy was surprised to see him. "I...do you mind if we talk over there?"
"Over where nobody can see us?"
"Over away from that enormous dog. Is it yours?"
"No."
"Then please."
If they were supposed to be, well, friends, Nelson wasn't behaving very friendly. Why'd he come by?
"Listen, do you, do you want to take a walk. It'll only take a minute to get Proxy ready."
"A walk with me, where people might see? How are you gonna get you ready?"
"Never mind."

"It's not you. You know that. But now you got the guy to come up to scratch you can't jeopardise that ride on his daddy's dime. I understand that.
That's all I came to say. Cuz, you know, who'd be there to take care of you then? Who'd offer to do that for you, no questions asked? Tell me, who?"
Sandy stepped around one provocation just to land in another.
"I don't want to be taken care of."
His face deadpanned disbelief. Now that annoyed her.
"I don't!"
"Whaddya call this?"
"Temporary."
~


Pop wasn't home. Goldie took David straight up to see her room, he'd never been upstairs before.
"See, I told you. My flamingo is the first thing you ever gave me! Of course I put it where I can always see it."

Sandy got a bit antsy when Goldie and her boyfriend didn't come back downstairs. And on her way to check on Proxima she noticed the door to her room was closed.
That was definitely not good and certainly against Valentine's rules for his daughter. But, of course, he wasn't home.
Sandy knew she ought to intervene, surely she ought, but she hesitated. Positioning herself as an authority figure here? She didn't know how well that would go over.
With anyone. But, but she was a mother. She cleared her throat and stepped forward to knock on Goldie's door.
"Goldie?" There was no answer at first. "Goldie?"
"Yes?"
"Is David in there with you?"
"Yeah. We're doing our homework," she yelled through the door.
"Well, will you please come downstairs, you can finish it there."
There was no answer again.
"Goldie."
"We're almost finished now."
"Then at least open this door, please. Your father...you know he wouldn't like this."

"Go ahead and let her in, Gold. Before she completely freaks out."
"I don't have to do what she says."
"If you won't open this door then, then I will," Sandy announced, "I'm coming in."

What was her problem? What was she expectin' to see?
"David, I'm going to have to ask you to head downstairs. Mr. Hart has certain rules. You understand."
"Uh, sure. Sure thing, Mrs...Um..."
"Call me Sandy. Please."
"We weren't done with our homework."

"Yeah, but that's okay. I'll grab up the books and take 'em down. Come on, Goldie."
"Thank you, David."

"You gonna keep frowning like that?" David asked when they were all set up at the table downstairs.
"Yep."
"Goldie. C'mon, that's just what parents do. They bust you."
"She ain't my parent!"
"And we weren't even, I mean, it wasn't like we were even doin' anything. So..." David shrugged, "Points for us. Cuz maybe next time she won't be suspicious."
"Sandy is my brother's...whatever." Not her mom or, yuck, a stepmom. Nothing.
"And I'd rather be busted by her than your dad any day!"
Goldie had to laugh because he was right about that! Pop was acting like—oh, wait, they read about this the other day...never mind,
just say Pop was acting like the makeout police every since she got a boyfriend. He was never like that with Rhett or Candy.

Goldie felt like Sandy had definitely just declared once-for-all on what side she was aligned. (Parental informant, not sibling secret-keeper.)
And, and even though she was Virgie's mom, she, she didn't really have no right. (That's not who she was in this house.)
It didn't help when Rhett bopped in cracking jokes.
"Cut it out, Rhett, we're tryna hurry up and get finished. Wait, Rhett, Rhett, come back for a minute. I wanna ask you," Goldie got up and peeked
at Sandy with the baby, "it's ok if David stays, right? I know Sandy don't wanna make a big thing but it's only David. So he can stay?"
"Cool by me, kiddo."
"Thanks."

"Afternoon lay-dez." Rhett made his way to the kitchen. "She look drunk as a skunk.
What's in that bottle? Look like you gave her the good stuff."
"It's only milk, silly boy."
"Breastmilk?"
"No. Remember? I told you why I couldn't nurse."
"Oh yeah. Well, still look like it's packin' a punch. Whatcha got in that ba-ba, baby?
A l'il rum for them gums? A l'il coquito? You like that coquito, dontcha? Just like your pops!"
Sandy couldn't help but smile. He was silly but he had his moments when it was endearing.

Fleeting moments.
Rhett ran to answer the knock on the door and a good thing, too.
"Dixie. Yo, you can't be poppin' up like this, what's wrong with you. Now ain't a good time."
"I know they're in there."
"Yeah. Sandy and my kid are home, so you gotta go."

Not who she meant but whatever. Ain't got to tell her twice.
Rhett wasn't so sure about that. He made his way to the window at the back to watch if she really did make her way home.
Today was a bad day for a scene, man.
Val was still spending the better part of his days at The Dugout (and more and more nights over Daytona's), mostly only stopping in
at home for a shower and a double shot of espresso. It was a helluva pace but he could relax once they were again safely in the black.
"All right I'm here. Let's do this thing," he said.

And what was he doing here? Goldie knew he didn't like her having her boyfriend over the house when he wasn't home.
And didn't Sandy make it clear enough she ain't want nobody else but them there for Proxima's birthday?
Yet here he was, that son of an Ottomas, standing around like he was part of the family.

*Apparently Rhett was of the opinion that if you've seen one kid burst through confetti you've seen them all.
He had more important interactions to try and defy my constant cancelling of them, like wanting, uncharacteristically, to Sit In A Chair.
Comfort bar was full so he was really just being a...Big Pimpin', ruining my shot and subtly disabusing Sandy of any new notions that he was "invested".*

"Rhett? Where are you going? Come say hello!"
Well, he just saw her and he even talked to her like seconds ago, she didn't go nowhere, all she did was get bigger.
But whatever. " 'Sup there, kidlet. Lookin' good."
(Proxima Hart personality stats: 10/5/8/4/0)
*I was eagerly hoping for a child with Sandy's particular brand of nose, defying the odds stacked in favour of the Hart schnoz.
However, I was not expecting a clone! She's basically Sandy with black hair. Not that Rhett noticed.*

Valentine noticed.
Hart genes, his genes, were strong. A force to be reckoned with.
What was...what just happened here?

After the transition, Goldie and David skipped the cake and migrated to the patio out back.
"Oops, I didn't take a picture of Proxy. But I guess I can get her later, since she lives here.
And maybe this weekend I can get her, Una, and Richie all together. That's gonna be so cute."
"I bet you wanna have a lotta kids one day." David asked, "How, uh, how many?"
"Three at least. Maybe five."
"Five! Five is...a lot."
"How can you say that? There's six in your family."
"Exactly."

While Sandy was fussin' and cooin' over Proxy, Val pulled his son to the side.
He had to know, didn't he notice somethin'...wasn't right?
"Whassup, Pop. You don't want no cake?"

"No. Ain't got a taste for cake. So, uh, what do you think, now both your little girls are growin' up?"
"I know where you're goin', Pop, but I already told you I ain't ever gonna get more'n chump change outta Daytona but if you let me set up at The Dugout, hey, we can make out big.
For real. A keyboard's all I need to start rakin' in pennies. And makin' them panties drop." He leaned in confidentially and nudged his Pop. "It'll all add up, watch."
One-track mind. But that ain't what Val was on about this time.

Sandy had begun to step aside and leave Goldie to manage breakfast since it seemed
important to her but she was always on top of dinner. She had to do what she could do.

"What are you sayin', Pop?"

"I ain't sayin' a damn thing. Just posing the question. What made you change your mind after swearin' so
hard couldn't be your doing? Did you do the math?" Val asked, "Or was it talkin' to her convinced you?"
This was important. Black hair, that wasn't proof of nothing. Hell, her husband got black hair. Or maybe some other guy was on the roster.
Somebody who made even the boy seem like a good alternative once her husband dumped her. But Val wasn't tryna rush to judgement, it
could very well be an honest mistake on her part, that made the most sense. Val didn't want to upset nobody. And he sure didn't want to spark
Rhett and have him runnin' off half-cocked, accusin' her outta turn. But dropping that tiny seed of doubt might help the truth to work its way out.
"Hell, Pop, I don't know. Does it matt—Aw man! Damn, Proxy. Why she came over here just to let rip?"

"Sandy!"
Oof! Now that was ripe, Val had to admit.
"San-dy!"

For goodness sake! Why was he always bellowing for her when she was trying to cook?
Well, whatever it was he wanted, he would simply have to handle it himself. Sandy wasn't dropping
what she was doing again to run after him because he had a hangnail or what have you.

Rhett vanished, predictably. He followed his nose toward a more pleasing aroma and parked his keister at the head of the table, waiting to be served.
(Of course, I've got a mod that disables the serving action so he was at last compelled
to arise from his throne and enlist his own two magic hands to make himself a plate.)
Val wasn't about getting lured into diaper duty but she was persistent, came right for him, and as the grandpa, provisionally, he didn't have an active fear about it.
(Neither did Rhett, actually. His wants and fears all revolved around Poochie, Penny, and faceless woohoo tallies.)
Since he didn't consider it part of his job description, Val got a bit vindictive and changed her right there,
while everybody was eating and then he sent her straight back over where her mama was.

Val wasn't hungry and, even if, he wasn't interested in joining no family dinner tonight, not while he was concerned about whether that little girl was family after all.
Here Una was as true a Hart as his own and Penny wouldn't call her so and then this one turns up with his name, all legal and everything 'cause Sandy got the
boy to sign them papers, and she might not be a Hart at all. She sure didn't look like one. And if that's the case, even though Val was starting to like Sandy and
didn't believe she'd pulled a fast one on purpose, it wasn't right for her to be tying down his son with responsibilities he ain't earned. Something had to be done.

Val decided to think on it for a few days and wait to see if any suspicions took root for Rhett.
Meanwhile, he had to get along and get The Dugout open. Make that money to support them all.
Before he'd got up from his chair good there she was again, demanding his attention.
"Didn't I leave you with your mama?"

"All right already. Come on up, then, I gotcha. There now. That better?"
Proxy clung to him with one hand and reached for his hat with the other.
"Oh, no you don't, l'il miss. This hat's my pride and joy," he said, unconsciously bumping her in his arms as he walked along,
looking for her mother, and in the no time it took to track Sandy to the kitchen she was nuzzled in close, already fast asleep.**
Asterisks noted in Comments. Might not get an answer to my question but at least now the damn thing will post.
Just so you know, there's quite a bit more to come, a proper 3-parter. Everyone got an extra day this round but still..Utter madness. Part 2's not ready yet but it'll be next, then back to the Beeches. BaCC rules? Pfft.
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