
Prior to this round I'd never seen anyone but Goldie do this. Once. Suddenly spring arrives and Valentine and Candy are juggling fools.
Now, on with Part Two.

The Harts were still settling.

Hey, when she bent over like that, even if it was just to drop the kid in, how could he resist?
Proxy was not amused. Hands off The Mama!

"What's wrong with her?"
"I told you when she was born, my Proxy is a complicated girl."
Rhett waved all that away. "Yeah, whatever." She sure did like the sound o' her own voice, though.
Waa, waa, waa, all the day long. Heh. L'il piggy.
But little did he know, this was no little piggy, no, no, she was a bear. Grrr! (It'll make more sense later on.)

Val had gotten the upstairs deck more or less in order and the dugout area for the bar was repainted so it
was time to start opening earlier, like he planned, and recoup some of those expenses. And then some.
Dixie Land, obviously, wasn't the customer to help him do it. She outright pleaded her poverty, too, and yet here she was again like she was every damn day.
She could stay herself at home some days, and help Mary or something, if she ain't had no funds to spend. And, no, he wasn't hiring.
Candy turned around and had the nerve to try and pull that mess, too. (Can't show pic, wandering spoilers, so saved for Outtakes.)
'Ha-ha' hell. It wasn't a bit funny to him, still swimming in the red while she was living it up as Mrs. Rich.
Candy Hart he might've let slide, like he did all the time. Candy Mann pays full price.
(Val couldn't bring himself to ask her to invest with her husband's riches but this was one way to do trickle-down economics.)

Ah, there he was. Right on cue, too, in a manner of speaking.
He must've remembered what they talked about, Val hiring him on here at The Dugout come spring.
And spring done sprung. He needed help.
"Afternoon there, Ottomas...Miz Dora."
Val touched his hat like an old cowboy (which he most certainly was not) as he nodded her way.
That feller. He sure was somethin'.

Val pulled Peter aside to talk shop.
When it came down to it, he needed a hype man. Somebody to sell the whole 'Sports Legend Valentine Hart' schtick (and move
merchandise while he was at it), somebody who believed it. Say what he would, Ottomas knew his career and he seemed eager.
Hiring him (away from Daytona) was one of those ideas just made sense.

But when he brought it up? What?
"I...I just don't think this is a good time. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the opportunity!
But I..., geez, I can't leave Day—Ms. Beech in a lurch. Can't do it. She depends on me. You understand."
Oh Val understood! He'd left the boytoy in Day's clutches too long and she'd whipped him into shape but good.
Now what the hell was he gonna do?

Mmph. Got to spend money to make money, right?
He'd already hired on this new girl and got her set up roofside 'cause Day said 'food',
folks like food, and Widespot needed a place for folks to get out and grab a bite around town.
(Spending money all the while, funds that'd trickle back her way in taxes*.)
It all made sense at the time. Val hoped this worked out right.
*Val started the round actually in arrears on his taxes, though Daytona never brought it up. Ironically, it was being in an upper class that he couldn't afford.
In their tax bracket, with Sandy and Proxy added, it didn't turn out to be 'cheaper to keep her'. That child support check was no joke but at least it didn't break the Hart bank.


After leaving work, Val took shelter from the rain with Day.


"Candy? Hi!"
"My Candy?"
"Of course. How many Candys you...think I know?" Daytona redirected midsentence, figuring he probably had known his fair share of Candies at that.

"Never mind all that. Of course you're invited to the garden party...Yes...Yes...Exactly, so don't even worry about it."

Val did want to talk to Day about this Ottomas interference, though.
Something gotta give. But they couldn't get into it with her family all there.

Is this juggling thing important? What's that all about anyhow? Focus.

Val wondered what if? Not 'if only', just...what if?

No need to dwell on that, though, when the here and now was there to be had.

When Val got home the next day he found the little perhaps Hart whining and waiting at the top of the stairs,
most likely gearing herself up to take on the challenge but they were still a mite too steep.
Val had never considered babyproofing a house in his life, and he still didn't. Kids were like dogs, had to train 'em, let 'em know first thing what 'no' means and that
you mean business when you say it. They learn. Hell, all of his survived without too many bumps and bruises. But maybe some of that also depended on the kid.

"No, you don't. Now what's that face for, woke up too early from your nap? Where's your mama?"

"Okay, okay, cut it out. We'll go find her."

Val wanted a rematch.
"The boy was right for once but now I'm watching out for you."
"Oh, chess isn't much my game, actually," Sandy said. "It's my daughter's. Virginia. She's the real grandmaster. Playing against her
is what made me improve. I had to! I wasn't prepared to hand over my smartypants crown to my child when she was 10!"
"I ain't ready still and mine are in their 20s. Maybe us playing together'll whip me into shape."
Val glanced up at the pictures Goldie had put out of Rhett and his other daughter, wondered if she felt awkward sitting there.
"That daughter of yours, she is somethin'. She don't mind speaking her mind."
"Um, no, she doesn't at that."

"How are things going at The Dugout?"
Sandy jumped fast to another track. Sore subject? Well, that's all right, it was
kinda odd that he sees her kids more than she does so Val played along.

Run, run, red riding hood. Hurry on to gramma's house.
And let her know the big bad wolf is lurking, waiting, eagerly anticipating their destined date.

"What's the matter, Goldie?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
"Are you sure?"
Goldie nodded and stepped around her.

Goldie called David. She knew he was busy today but she wanted to see him, if only for a little while.
"Better grab her."
"What? Ay, mija. No," Goldie turned around and did her own quick crawl to catch Proxima before she got to bam-bam-bam away.
"No, no, Proxy. No you don't. Gramps is gonna get you if you mess with his records. So, no-no, ok?"
David told her he had to get going. It was date night, or some shit. He had to babysit.
"You want me to come with you. It's a lotta babies to...sit. I can help."
"Yeah, I do, want you to. But tonight's not really good, y'know. I think Gran might do a drop in. Call you tomorrow.
If I pass the test then maybe, uh, next weekend..." David whispered the rest in Goldie's ear.

She only got a little flustered, only a little flushed. Still..."Oh, hi, Junior!" she said a
bit too enthusiastically when she saw him walking up. "Looking for Rhett?"
"Nite, Gold."
"Nite," she said under her breath.

"You're not hanging out with Junior?"
"Nope. Not tonight. He's the one put on that ball and chain," Rhett said, conveniently overlooking that he was staying in to be with his...but his shackles were unofficial.
"That ain't my fault. Now he gotta have an excuse all the time when he wanna go out. Plus Pop won't let me play at The Dugout so what I'm-a go there for?"
*You may also recall that Rhett is the one always needling Junior to go out; he's not much for returning a favour.*

The squeaky chain binding Rhett to his own common-law leaden ball came crawling in but he never noticed her.
"Rhett."
"What?"
"Look out for Proxy."

"Come on, Proxy. No-no, can't play in here now. Danger."

"Um, Sandy, do you mind, can I put Proxy to bed? She's sleepy."
"Of course you may. Thank you, Goldie."
"Mm-hm."

And hell, Rhett was rationalising, why should he take a chance there wouldn't even be nobody when he had easy woohoo access right here.
Easy, free, and damn near guaranteed. Long as her mind was right that day. And it was. So, later for you Junior.
And miscellaneous laydez,catch y'all later, too. Tonight was Sandy's time.

Not that he wasn't the one getting the better part of that arrangement.

Rhett and Proxima had seemed to settle on a policy of mutual indifference so Sandy was always pleasantly surprised to find them bonding, unbidden.
The boy obviously needed...encouragement. In terms he could understand. Sandy decided to remind him just how sexy a man who lived up to his responsibilities was.
But in order to fully take in all that encouragement she was throwing at him, Rhett first plopped his responsibility down on the floor.
Proxy was startled to find herself so unceremoniously discarded the moment she decided to make nice with that one. How rude! And then...? No, no, no, no, no.
"Aaaa!!" She bounced up and down, demanding to be heard. "Aaa-aa-Aaa!!"
"Aw, what's-a-matter with the Proxy baby, hm? Mommy and Da-Da didn't forget about you. Mama would never forget her Proxima." Sandy bent down and scooped her up.

Ha! Sucker.
-Dis my mama, no you mama. Me!-

Since Rhett and Proxy were getting along so well today, Sandy took the opportunity to leave him in charge of watching her
while she went to the General Store. He had gotten the nod for her to go ahead and make some changes to her room.
There was a bit too much Candy lingering there for her and Proxima to settle.

"Seem like everybody redecoratin'," Mary said, coming over. "The Weisses and, and Hamilton come in. And Samantha's husband."
"We can all use a fresh start now and again."
"Even Virgie come in, leadin' a whole troop, too."
"Virginia?"
"Yes'm. The kids was all helpin' their new friends get situated."
Yes'm? Yes ma'am? Goodness, Mary was ma'am-ing her. Sandy noticed she hadn't minded calling Hamilton by his name.
That was Daytona's doing, no doubt, always treating her like she was not really family, not really a Beech. Enough that close family friends and
such warm people like the Lands bought into it without thinking twice, never realising how they were helping Daytona keep her marginalised.
"I see."
Mary trailed her around like a suspected shoplifter. But that thought was unkind, and Mary had been nothing but kind to her when she needed.
"I ran into Dixie at their house myself. Was Dixie with Virgie that day?"
"Oh, no. Dixie do her own thing."
"Working?"
"Not reg'lar. Runnin' after some boy, I think."
"Ah, well, she's a young woman now. We can't blame her for exploring."

Yes, Dixie was doing her own thing.
She tried to play mad for a while but Rhett told her, she hadda understand, it was his kid's birthday.
But the time was right today, the house was empty, so, y'know...

But Rhett jumped when he heard a creak. Nobody else was home right? Nobody but the kid, he means.
"Dumbass, it was the dog. Behind you, he just came in."

Proxy didn't have toys of her own but she sniffed out Auntie's holdovers.

Rhett assumed the kid was still napping but Dixie heard sounds coming from Goldie's room.
Steal her kinda/sorta boyfriend, will you...but got your brother now, what ya got to say about that, loser.
(Well, nothing Dixie because for one thing, she's not there, and for another, she's got David so why should she care?)

Time got away from them. Rhett checked for signs of Sandy again, or anybody, and then rushed Dixie the hell outta there.
He hopped in the shower quick, checked on the kid, and even tried to clean up after the telltale signs.

Rhett made his side of his bed, too, which was a mistake.
If he were to successfully cover his tracks he should've left it in its natural state, unmade.

Not that Sandy needed to be much of a sleuth to figure out what was what with him.
~

Sandy had no intention of raising a fuss. What for? Besides, she had Proxy to consider.

By the way, meet Proxy Hart.

See something you like there, Valentine?
Meh. He wasn't impressed.
"Proxima, do not throw your food at Mommy. We do not throw food."
Val couldn't help chuckling to himself as he left them to their morning ritual. Long as she didn't fling none o' that mush his way...And she knew better.
"Proxy! What did I just say? Yes, I see that you need a diaper change...Leave it. Proxy, behave yourself, Mommy is going to change you. There, that's a good girl."
Sandy and Proxy popped upstairs for a fresh diaper and she brought her back down to give this breakfast thing another go.
She was much better behaved this time around. Sometimes it took a few tries.
"See how nice when Mommy's sweet baby acts like the good girl we know she is. Now eat your breakfast, Proxy."
Which she did, humming to herself and being as deceptively adorable as possible.
See something you like there, Rhett?
Oh yeah!

Autonomous cleaning. Was he up to something?
Sandy had decided that she didn't care about his minor indiscretions. So long as they stayed that way.
She had half a mind to pull together some information on birth control and mail it to the girl, though.
Not that she was one to talk...certainly not with Exhibit A right there re-scrambling her eggs.
But even she was only sim and accidents do happen, and that's not always
such a bad thing, she thought, planting a kiss on the top of Proxy's head.
At least she knew, she thought, her Virgie would never be so, well, stupid. Right?
"Good morning, Rhett."
"Hey, hey." So they were cool again? That's cool.
"Have a good day at work."
"Yup." He laughed. "I'll tell Daytona you said wassup."
That wasn't funny, but mostly because Sandy missed her job.

It wasn't much, and it wasn't like she had anything to replace them, but Candy's Closet was very much
out of place in what was now her space. Sandy was finally at liberty to clear away the last of Candy's tacky rags,
she was sick of looking at them every other day, trying to think up ways to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.
*And I was on a roll making invisible recolours and finally got rid of the pastel muumuus and other un-Candy (and un-Sandy) options. Woohoo!*
Well, and that was being generous, Sandy thought. She was given to understand that
it was customary to offer girls like Candy no more than two bits, for their...attentions.

A bit later Sandy found the former Mrs. Rich at their door.
"Is Valentine in, dear?"
"Yes, but, but I think he's still in bed."

"Thank you," Lana said, waltzing past her.
"But?"
"I know the way."


What in the hell? Damn woman, had she taken leave of her last bit 'o sense? Didn't he make himself clear enough for her?
It had been a good many years since Valentine had to deal with stalker groupies. Or the kind he'd find waiting for him already naked in his hotel rooms.
Not that he didnt' like 'em crazy. Hell, when she was young Angel was crazy as all get-out. That's one reason he married her. But Lana wasn't no Angel.
And she wasn't no Day. And she sure as hell wasn't young enough to be pullin' out this kinda crazy. Not expectin' him to fall for it.
"You look put out, Valentine."
"You're damn right. Didn't I tell you—how many times does it take? My daughter comes first. Need me to say it again, my daughter comes first."
"Valentine, please. You're hysterical."
"I'm what?"
"This doesn't have anything to do with the child bride."

"It doesn't have to," she insisted. And promptly threw herself at him.

Only Lana could fall in love with a man while he was looking at her like that.


"There now, Mama's dressed and Proxy's dressed."

Proxy had been weaned on dozens of stories about the red princess and the frog prince—Sandy should really write them down one day—but
she'd found this proper book of children's stories on a shelf downstairs and Proxima just loved them. Storytime was her favourite.

"Ooh, look Proxy, this story is about the bears! You see the bears?" Sandy showed her the picture. "Can you say bear? B for bears."

She couldn't say bear, not yet, but she knew bear. Teddy bear. Ti-Ti* had teddy bear.
*Ti-Ti for Tia Goldie, Auntie Goldie, although Proxy might think it's short for Auntie or even that it's Goldie's name.
None of Angel's kids actually speak Spanish but dashes of her inflections do flash through them, particularly when speaking to children.

Said it once before but it bears repeating, and repeating: It does not matter how you get across the threshold, all roads lead to bed once you're here.
Wham. Bam.
Valentine wasn't exactly thrilled with himself so he didn't thank the ma'am, he sent her on her merry way,
the same way she came, but Lana was more than pleased enough at her conquest for them both.

Another one. Well, the Hart threshold was a revolving door and Sandy ran into them all! At least his always left as happy as
could be, there was no disputing that much. Sandy had never even seen Lana smile before, let alone so broadly. Scary.
Apparently, Valentine's legend was well deserved.
She jiggled Proxy to not stare...at her (reluctant) aunt's husband's ex-wife leaving her grandfather's room.
Not that her own ex-mother-in-law was any better, mind! But the Harts seemed to thrive on complicating their love lives.

Thwarted! Nuts.
Poochie beat Proxy to his own bowl. She was none too pleased.

"Hey, l'il miss, that's dog food. You stay out, you hear me? And don't you start neither, you ain't
eatin' no dog chow and that's an end of that. Here, you take this ba-ba and go get on your mat."

Miraculously, Proxy actually did as she was told.
*There's no faking authority, though. As far as she's concerned, as far as she can tell, there's The Mama and there's Grump.
Auntie and that other one (more on that in part three, you'll see) are obviously baby bears just like her only bigger.*

Proxy didn't stay down for long.
Val and Sandy had picked up their game exactly where they left off before, so Sandy assured him.
He had to admit, she was easy to talk to.
"Check."
Oh, no she don't. Val wasn't having that, not today. Take that!

So we meet again. Proxy faced off with the pooch.
"Checkmate."
(Sandy and Val did begin with the same number of logic points, actually, but with her both smartified
and unrestricted by her wants or lack thereof, she quickly outpaced him. Val didn't like to lose.)


"You're going out?" Sandy caught up to Rhett after his shower.
"Yeah."
"Again?"

"Lay off, Sandy, damn. Can't a man..."
She tuned him out. Whatever else was to follow was only bound to annoy her so why bother.
He was young, yes. So very young. But she couldn't fault him for that. She rather enjoyed his youthful exuberance. In doses.
Yet even though she was willing to overlook a minor indiscretion or two she wasn't about to stand idly by and be neglected either.
~

"Proxima, let's not start already. Let's have a good morning, ok? Like a good girl, remember.
We changed you before we came down, we played a little, now it's time to eat your breakfast."

"Pop gone already?"
"I think so."
"Or he didn't come home?" Rhett snickered.
"Actually, I don't know. What time did you get in?" she asked, since he brought up the subject.
"Aw, Sandy. Don't start."
"Ah-ah, don't you throw your bowl, missy. You're all done, I see, that's good. Mommy will clean it up. Rhett," she called,
"you're not leaving just yet. Will you watch Proxy for a few minutes while I run up for a shower? Come on, Proxy, go to Da-Da."

"What?"
(This, by the way, expresses Rhett's most honest emotional and intellectual response to fatherhood.)

Rhett dumped her back into her high chair out of the way until Sandy came back to claim her.
-What? No. Don' wanna. Nooo.-

-Come back here! Out! Out! OUT!!-

Um, yeah, you'll have to try that one again when you can enunciate, because 'Da-Da' wasn't remotely fazed.
"Later kidlet."

Sandy ran into Valentine on her way downstairs.
But it was just the man himself coming out of that bedroom this day.
"All finished with the painting and the fixing up?" he asked.

"Oh yes. I got the painting out of the way days ago. Thank you for allowing me to—"
Valentine waved away all that gratitude and humble mumbo-jumbo before she got worked up, it didn't serve no purpose.
"Well, I do want to thank you for the desk." She knew that thoughtful a gesture didn't actually come from Rhett.
"The room only needs a few more touches now to really feel like ours."
"That's good," he nodded absently, "Rhett help?"
"Uh...no. He was, he was busy."
"Was he now?"
"Oh yes. It takes an awful lot of practice to be that self-obsessed."
Valentine laughed.

Peter never figured himself for a woodsman*.
But he had to admit, he kinda liked his work, and not even only because of the perks of being the boss's favourite.
He went in to tell Rhett he was needed outside today. Chop, chop. Get it?
Yeah, funny. But Rhett didn't hear no phone.
*Feel free to pick your own allusion. There's another Red Riding Hood nod, if you can picture him the hero, or maybe go with Peter and The Wolf.

"I talked to Day earlier. Before you got in. She was clear as a whistle 'bout wanting us both out there gettin' a head start on this big order she's expecting."
"Ay man, that's too bad for 'Day' but manual labour ain't in my job description. Check the fine print on my contract."
"You don't have one."
Rhett ignored that factoid and said, "when I signed up for this gig I put in my own whatchacallit, put in my own clause, says don't mess with the man's magic hands."

"Let me ask you a question..." Val leaned in. "No, never mind. It ain't none o' my business."
"It, It probably is," she said. "You want to know what I'm playing at with your son."
That was one way to put it. But he already knew that much; they were playing house, and doing it in his, after a little too much playin' doctor.
But what they hell made her think the boy was qualified to be givin' 'er her check-ups in the first place? She ain't seem like the type to fall for his line.
(Dr. Rhett Hart, the lu-uuv surgeon? Yikes.)

"Like I said, you don't owe me no explanations. But long-term? What do you see happenin'?"
"Honestly? Penny is what I see. And more accidental siblings for Proxima—"
"What?"
"But that's not the worst thing that could be. I suppose. It's all part of the package.
I only wish, I only wish that while we are here, we'd get the attention we deserve, that's all."
"I'm sure you know how to bring the boy up to scratch."
Sandy bit her lip and looked up his way, puttin' them coy bedroom eyes to good effect.
"Oh, I got every faith," he said.
"He's not much like you. Not, not at all," Sandy told him.
"Think I'll take that as a compliment."
That's certainly how she meant it.

"Cut the clowning and get out there. The sooner we get out there the sooner we finish."
It didn't sound much like Rhett was the senior employee but he didn't notice.
"Maybe we can even knock off early and you go spend some time with your girl."
Sounded like a plan to Rhett. But which one? Heh.

"Don't be too hard on him, though, that's my job. Unless," Val smirked, "Unless you know that's what works."
Sandy was blushing up to her ears but thinking: wouldn't he like to know...

Rhett wasn't cut out for this, man!
Pop needed to hurry up and get over it already and let him come work with him so he could quit.

All this roughin' it, toughenin' it out or whatever, it was some bullshit.
Penny sure better appreciate this, since practically his whole damn check went to her and Una.
Sandy, too. Shit, she should double up on the appreciation, make up for shafting Penny's share of the hands-on gratitude for all he do.

Appreciation is what Sandy was feeling true enough.
It didn't seem like a risk when she leaned in again and went for the kiss.
Valentine was so...so...well.
Irresistible let's call it, Sandy saw him to be the incomparable original and...oh, what was she doing?
But he pushed her away!

Sandy didn't know what to say, what could she say?
She tried to stammer out an apology but she felt so, so stupid. And he was just staring at her like that!
Stunned she might have managed but he looked thoroughly...pissed.
Before she knew it Sandy had taken off running. It was wholly undignified, she couldn't even believe herself.
What had she done!

And what was she going to do now?

Damn it if it wasn't always something.
Now what the hell was he gonna do?

Val went to work to get his mind off all that funny business at home.
It kinda worked.

Lana musta thought that after the other day him and her were back to business as usual, too.
But he wasn't in the mood for pickin' a fight with her.
(She liked it too much.)

"Hold on, Proxy, I'll get you a ba-ba."

Goldie didn't know what was up with Sandy, she was actin' weird again.
It was like she didn't even wanna leave her room to feed Proxy. Not that Goldie minded helping out but still.

Goldie asked Ginger to tag along when she took Poochie for a walk. She could kinda show her around some.
They found Woody and River at the Makeout Spot, um, playing kickybag.

They weren't very adept at the sport.

Woody was...confused.
It's not like anything was going to happen with...you know, not in broad daylight, but it's like, he can't help what
he wants but it's easier to, like, you know, when what he really wants (a girl, any girl) isn't right there in front of him.

The sun came out and River talked Ginger into sitting down while those two kicked the bag around, even though she still wasn't feelin' all this grass and shit.
"So. You know he's not into guys, right?"
"Who?"
"Him."
"Woody? Everybody knows that. Why would you think he was?"
"C'mon son, don't play dumb. People always used to say I got a vibe and that's why older guys go for me. Like that's a bad thing.
But I can, like, read between the vibes, too, ok. And it's cool but you're wastin' your time if you think he's gonna give it up."
"I'm not..."
"That way?" Ginger rolled her eyes at herself repeating the way some o' those old ladies from the block talked. "O-kay, whatever you say.
But lemme tell you, he's not even checkin' for me for real but bet if I went over there and was like 'come on' it'd be a wrap."
"But that's any guy."
"Yeah. Maybe. But not you, boo."
"Hey. Whatchu you guys over here talking about?" Goldie popped over by them.
"Nuttin' much," Ginger said.

But he better remember like she told him.

Sandy had been avoiding Valentine like the plague.
She avoided everyone, except Proxy, for several days.
Rhett never stormed in, though, and word never came that she was being evicted; well, asked to leave, she wasn't even paying rent!
And that was how she repaid his hospitality and his generosity, by assuming he wouldn't hesitate to betray his son for a quickie!
That isn't how she saw it at the time but, but how could she so completely misread the signals? He was an expert charmer, that was all,
one of nature's own perfect flirts, but he was the father...and she had thrown her lot in with the son lost in his shadow, broad as it was.
It made no sense, her life with Rhett made no earthly sense. But she had done it.
And now she had to hope that she had not obliterated even those dim prospects. Again.


"Sandy. Hold up there, I'd like to talk to you for a minute if I can," Val called out, closing his book (that she'd recommended.)

Sandy certainly couldn't run from this and she couldn't hide forever but she was so anxious about what he might say.
She didn't think he was going to ask her to leave his home, or he'd have done so already, but she didn't know if he'd feel it was his duty to tell
Rhett about her, her indiscretion, or, or what. There was absolutely no way he wouldn't be always holding it against her in some way. Was there?
"Valentine...Mr. Hart, I—"
"Valentine is just fine."
"I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me. But you must understand that I—"
"Sandy, breathe. It's all right. No harm, no foul. That's all I wanted to say. You don't need to go back to tiptoeing around."
"I'd like to explain. If I may."
"Listen, nothing happened. Right? All right then. Let that be the end of it."
But she wanted to explain...if she could. She wanted to clear her name.
But the man said let it be. She was not in a position to argue.

"Sup." Rhett came in, raising an eyebrow at the two of them.
Did Pop fix it up, was she cool? Again? Sandy was one moody woman, boy.
~

Sandy was, quite literally, dumbstruck to find Hamilton at their door one afternoon.
He'd brought over her clothes for her! It was so, so unexpected. So thoughtful.
She ran after him, Sandy had to let him know that she, that she understood the value of the gesture.
Coming here couldn't have been easy for him.

And there he went, walking away again. She couldn't exactly blame him.
Of course he wasn't willing to come in, not to help her get the box upstairs, not under any pretence.
It would have been easier to stomach the rebuff if he hadn't shown up looking so...good.
Hamilton. Wait. "Can we talk about the children?"

The box wasn't at all heavy like she told him, which he must've known. Sandy dragged it upstairs herself.
She certainly didn't need and wasn't waiting around for Rhett's help.
Sandy wasn't sure she wanted to look into it at that. It was mostly clothes but there were other mementos inside.
That old Sandy, young Sandy, never could have predicted this!

She didn't realise how much she had missed her clothes, the way they felt, the way she looked in them.
Hamilton's shirt had kept her warm. But it burned.
She rushed to try on some of her favourites. They did not all fit her post-baby body, she knew a paunch when she saw one, and most also did not fit her lifestyle now.
But they were all hers and they were her. Sandy simply needed to find a new combination, one that was as chic as Proxy would let her be.

It took a few tries but by the next day Sandy and Proxy were ready to get out there and face the world anew.

"Let's see if we can learn to say words today!" Sandy beamed as she sat Proxima and herself down when they got to the lake.
"Can you say Mama?"
Proxy nodded, but she didn't say it.
"You can? Are you sure? Let me hear you. No? Ok. That's ok. What other words do we know?"
"Beawr."
She remembered! Proxy! "That's great, honey! Bear, like in our story. Can you say—"
"Ba-ba."
"Yes! That's good! Do you mean you want a bottle?"
"No," she said. "Bottle? No ba-ba?" Proxy wondered. But she was on a roll, showing off
what she knew. "Bot-tol milk, bot-tol appa jooz. No ba-ba watewr," she pronounced.
Mama's smart baby. This was shaping into a wonderful day, Sandy's so glad she brought Proxy out today!
Sharla didn't know that one. She must've been the only rugrat in town who wasn't at her house all the time for daycare.
"Which one is this? What's her name?" she asked.

"That's my daughter, Proxima."
"That's a funny name. She talks, huh?"
"Yes, we just learned to talk!"
But Sharla was listening and she didn't believe that for a minute. Maybe she didn't wanna say nothing before but she talked too good already.
The twins didn't talk yet, not theirs, only the Georgia twin girl and Una, they didn't shut up, but Tammy Faye still made more noise than both of 'em.

Proxy had found toys that looked just her size.
Sharla followed. "This is my ship," she said, "I'm the pirate king."
"Are you really? Well, do you mind if she stows away on this one?"
"It's ok, she can play."
"Thank you."
Proxy, of course, was going to play anyway, she didn't need no permission to climb aboard.

Well.
Spring weather. Small town. So be it.

Una came right for Proxy. Of course. She tried to climb in with her but then decided to commandeer the pirate ship.
Beware Cap'n Una Weiss, terror of the high seas. Or, y'know, not, sitting there docile as could be. But she was gathering her bearings, watching Mommy.
"Hello, Penny."
"Hi."
Dora was mighty protective of Penny. It didn't take much to figure that was the one, the backstabbin' woman, when she looked over and got
a read on Penny's demeanor. Stiff and awkward, that wa'n't her Penny, so she came on over to run interference 'tween her and that child's mother.
"No, Proxy." Sandy dragged her boat back when she saw her scooting too near the edge of the water. "Play nice like Una."
"Dora, do you mind? Keeping an eye on Una?"
"No, child, I got her. You go on."
"Hello," Sandy greeted the older woman.
"Good afternoon."
Great. More people she doesn't even know passing judgement on her. Fantastic.

Una tested the wind for sailing like Sharla taught her.

"You must be Mrs. Ottomas. I—"
"I ain't now and ain't never been nobody's missus," Dora jumped in and then she
remembered. "Not yet," she said, caressing the inside of that band 'round her finger.
"Penny's father?" Sandy took a guess. "Congratulations. He's such a lovely man."
"That he is." Dora glowed. She wasn't 'bout to be no how won over so easy as that, but she could talk to the woman civil-like.
Done was done. Them two l'il girls was gonna have to live with that so the mothers best get used to the sight of one another

Proxy was a power-crawler, those knees had been toughened on the Harts' hardwood and stone floors so grass was no match for her; in no time at all she'd caught up.
"Mommy?"
"Yeah, munchkin? Oh crap."

"Una. Una don't sit down. Go take your sister back over to her mommy."

"Mommy."
"Yes, I'm your mommy. Proxy needs to be with her mommy."
"Mommy." Una nodded.
Penny sighed. To hell with it. Sandy would have to come get her and she'd rather not even look at her if she didn't have to but 'least they wouldn't need to speak.

It was weird, Rhett wasn't anywhere near her list of favourites these days, they managed calm and
sometimes courteous, but he didn't fill her with the same...disdain? Fury? It was hard to say.
But Penny was pretty damn sure it didn't have anything to do with Hamilton either. It was the betrayal.
Rhett had basically just done what he was programmed to do, he didn't know much else, if anything. But Sandy!
She knew better. More than that. She had better, she lived Better.
And she was supposed to be her friend. Penny could not forgive her for being so ridiculously selfish. Willing to hurt her because she obviously didn't matter.
Not enough to give her pause before hopping into the sack with the guy her s'posed-to-be friend was in love with and already pregnant by. Oh no.
Every time Penny thought about it...no, she wouldn't be forgiving Sandy.
'Least she'd dropped that sad sack routine along with the costume. She mighta fooled some people but she ain't fooled her, no way.
"Come on, Proxy, let's say bye-bye to Una."
"Bye-bye, Proxy." Una obeyed first, waved, and was already on to the next. "Do-Do*, look! Fishies! See fishies?"
"I sure do. That what you want for dinner tonight?"
"Dinner? Nooo, fishies swim."
*Una is the only person alive allowed to call Dora "Do-Do".

Sandy was feeling more like herself. Proxy was prospering; Rhett tried, sometimes;
she'd actually managed to recover from that humiliating miscalculation with Valentine...
He may never trust her but it was unlikely he ever had. He was as good as his word, however.
So Goldie was the last Hart to disarm if they were to be comfortable living all together.
It was tricky because she was so unassuming, so outwardly pliant, which meant you never could tell when or if you were making progress.
Yet it was a trait that Sandy knew a little something about herself.
"Oh, Goldie," she called her over one evening, "how is, how is school going?"
"It's ok."
"I'm available if you ever want to pick my brain. I can help you with your homework. Gladly."
"Um, no. No thanks."

Proxy scooted over and chastised Goldie to listen to The Mama.
"Mama, Ti-Ti. Mama say," she informed her and frowned. "You be good. Mama."
Goldie was taken aback. "Proxy?"
"Proxima. Nice."
"But wait, Proxy, you're talking. You're talking great!"
"Me talk." (Pretty One Day.) But that wasn't the point, so Proxy repeated it."You be good girl."
~

Proxima gave advice she wasn't always prepared to take. Sandy only looked away to make the bed and there she went.
"Ah-ah-ah. That's Mommy's box, Proxy. Get down."

"Proxima. Out. What did I just say? There is nothing in there for Proxy to play with. Why don't you play with Dr. Quack," she said.
Sandy then dug through the box herself, there was a stack of pictures she had left when she saw (or thought she saw) what they were.
She wasn't prepared to take that trip. But now she may as well get it over with. Sandy sighed. That one was taken only a few months after they married.
"Come on, Proxy. Let's get you fed and dressed."

Sandy felt much better after she'd spruced up.
"Mommy is ready to play," she said and whisking up Proxy she launched into song, off-key:
"If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better go in disguise!
"For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain because
Today's the day
the teddy bears have their picnic."

"If you go down to the woods today
You'd better not go alone!
It's lovely down in the woods today
But safer to stay at home!
"For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain because
Today's the day
the teddy bears have their picnic.
"Picnic time for TEDDY BEARS
The little TEDDY BEARS..."
Sandy got a little enthusiastic when bellowing out the chorus.
It was true they didn't call Rocky the frog prince for nothing and he got those chops, or lack thereof, from his mama, but Proxy loved it!
*I confess, while the Anne Murray version is great and more what Sandy would've thought she was emulating, though that video
is...interesting, nowadays *I* always hear Elmyra from Tiny Toons singing this song, just couldn't find a clip to link, so...yeah.*

"Mama, beawrs, read. Read beawrs."

Sandy took her over to the desk to grab their favourite book and Proxy noticed some of the new items she'd put out.
"Who dis? Mama?"
"Yes, that's me and that's your sister Virgie."
"Sistewr?"
"Yes, your big sister."
"Una big sistewr."
"Una's a little bigger but Virginia is your big big sister. You know the stories about the red princess.
That's her. And see there," Sandy pointed to the picture of her and baby Virgie, "that's her too."

When she did so, though, Proxy flipped The Hell out.
She couldn't even finish saying 'When she was small like you.'
"NOOOO!!! No sistewr!! No want. No want! No want sistewr. Una sistewr."
"Proxy—"
"Una on'y sistewr. On'y Uuu-na. No her. No HER, Mama. No!"
Sandy felt horrible. She was so happy to have Virgie back, in any shape or form, and there was a picture of Rocky,
too, that she planned to hang on the far wall...she had not anticipated anything like this reaction from Proxy.
"You are Mommy's baby," Sandy tried to reassure her, "You are Mama's Proxy, my sweet precious baby."
"On'y me."
"Yes, you are my one and only Proxy, my baby baby."
"No," Proxy said, suspecting subterfuge, "Me on'y baby. On'y me an' Mama. No she," she seethed and started jerking
her leg to try and kick Virgie's picture. When she couldn't reach she went flailing about as another tantrum flared.
"Proxima! Proxima, stop that, you're going to hurt yourself. Come now, calm down, look at me, look at Mommy. That's better."
Sandy sighed relief. But that face, her own face screwed up like that on such a little girl.
She wanted to tell her, 'now fix my face' but she really was far too little to understand.

"Down."
"Oh, you're going down, missy. Down for a nap. Somebody is too cranky. And her name is Proxy."
"Down now."

Sandy was more than happy to oblige, putting Proxy straight down for her nap. Proxy didn't fight her.
It only took a few good rock-a-byes but, no, she did not get a song this time.
Of course she didn't understand, how could she? Proxy didn't have to share her mommy to call Una sister but moreover, she knew her.
If she had been allowed to grow up with Virgie and Rocky she would absolutely idolise them.
Sandy found herself peering at that old picture of herself and Hamilton again. That dumb, that dumb dummy*, he never knew what was good for him.
And so she had...strayed. Yes, it was a mistake, but she and Proxy clearly belonged with their real family. And he must have been softening, he must have!
To come here for her. Indeed, she saw it in his eyes, his heart wasn't hard against her any longer. She could still win back a real father
for Proxima, if she tried, along with her rightful sister and brother, not to mention that after all this time Sandy yearned for her husband yet.
And he's the one who'd given her back the 'tools', after all, it was a clear message that she should use them.
*Yes, words failed even Sandy at times. Either that or she's been living in this house too long already.

"No, dog, I don't wanna play. I ain't the one. Better go find Goldie or somethin'."

"I'll play with ya, Pooch."
"That can wait. Listen, did you give any thought to what I been saying?"
"About what, Pop?"
"About Sandy and the girl, that's what."

Ah, this will do very well.
Valentine's insincere flattery notwithstanding, she couldn't actually squeeze into the one of Hammy's old favourites that she'd been eyeing but
this should still remind him what Mrs. Beech looked like and embodied. Fortunately, she could do her own hair also so she didn't need to resort to
employing Dixie's services. Goodness. Competing with Dixie Land for the attention of a boy...How far had she fallen! High time to go retrieve her man.

Sandy was feeling emboldened enough to walk straight for the house, intending to announce herself at the door. So long as she
didn't think too much about it, she wouldn't chicken out. But she spotted Hamilton heading across the street to Woodworks.
The Fates were finally cutting her a break! Away from the house and the children and his mother, her man would be putty in her hands.
Sandy was too busy planning what she would say and how she should look when she said it
to pay much attention to the sign indicating Penny's shop was currently closed.

But there were other indications, as she followed, that her custom was not welcome there today.
Penny?
Sandy had not thought Penny had it in her to be so vindictive. She knew Hamilton did.
Well. An eye for an eye and all, so it seemed.
But she had no right to begrudge Hammy his revenge coupling.

Hammurabi Hamilton could have his day, today, and take his dip in the fountain of youth. It didn't work. But they still had a date with fate.
Sandy wasn't too discouraged. She might wish it hadn't been Penny but she understood why it was.
And what was a fling compared to what they had? What was Penny to her but a girl out of her depth?
It was even a little better this way. One mistake, or misdeed—however he chose to see it—apiece, paved a
way for opening negotiations, of their relationship status, of course, but also of how they ought to conduct it.
No, her husband was in there screwing the neighbour but she was not, she was not going to be discouraged.

"You look nice," Val noted as they were passing. "You decide to go to the garden party? Ain't til day after tomorrow."
"Yes." She knew that, of course she knew that, she was a Beech. But Sandy had been a bit too curt. "I mean, as to that, I, I don't know yet."
"Suit yourself," he said, not breaking his stride.
"The only reason Daytona invited me is that she knew I wouldn't."

Val shrugged.
"She knew I wouldn't do that so she gets the credit for pretending to be the bigger person without the inconvenience. She doesn't think I'd dare."
And Daytona might be right there. Another scene with Virginia, in front of everyone? It'd kill her. But Hamilton...
"Perhaps I should go." Just to show her up. "I have every right. My children are there. And I'm still a member of this community after all."
"Up to you," Val said. "All I know is you've got the invite." By which he meant that he wasn't in it.
If she and Rhett decided not to stay away Day'd only have herself to blame for goading Sandy into calling her bluff.

Val started back on his way but he, uh, he paused for a gander. Couldn't help it.
Looked like there might be a bit of something to her after all.
~
N.B.: Proxy. You can see I love her already. That face, that face! She only really does mad and sometimes sad, which is most often just a façade for mad, with flashes of frickin' adorable to throw 'em off their guard. It's those eyebrows. Rocky has them, too, but he was only toddlerified long enough for me to get the pics, I didn't get a chance to see him in action, only that those Sandy-brows give him sad-face even when he's smiling. But Proxy is a piece of work. Her personality points put her on the cusp of overachieverdom but as Sandy was eligible to smart milk her I decided to make her and keep her precocious even though she'll be subject to Hart-style motivation limitations. But I wouldn't worry too much about her being doomed early to inevitable frustration, she may just prove clever enough to get around even me.
As for "big" sister Una, Una is love, too. Mentioned this in a comment but it also bears repeating because I could not stop laughing when I saw it. Despite Proxy being the mean Hart sister, Una and her 8 nice points is the one who's managed to make enemies of the entire toddler population in Widespot, all except her adoring l'il sis. Unwanted huggles. If she's not Woody's niece! But at least being Penny's daughter might give her a leg up on fixing it and winning over friends when she needs them.
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