
Song lyrics: "Gloria" by Enchantment, 1976*
(Also, round title pilfered from The Who)
(Also, round title pilfered from The Who)
Some pretty dark themes indeed.
And there's really two parts here pressed together so it runs a tad long.
Rest In Peace, Gloria Neuman.

Going back to foster care was not an option. Hell no.
It's not what Gloria would've wanted either. But she was barely—barely even buried and there was the system with its tentacle arms
and shit ready to reclaim them. And there was only 6 of them, that meant 2 octopus tentacles unoccupied, lashing out for any
other "at-risk" kids that came near enough before it sucked them all back down into the deep where nobody could breathe.
They couldn't tell their friends, they couldn't tell nobody. Gavin tried to explain to Ginger, his hustle, y'know with the words
and shit—he was kinda slick wit' it*—that only bought them, what, a day maybe? They had to pack up the fam and get GONE.
(*also: slick-witted)

"Ginger. No! What the hell are you doing?"
"What?"
They had to get gone, right? Gallagher's hair was as conspicuous as hers; she was cutting it, why take chances?
"No, don't! You can't cut his locks," Gavin said.
Ginger gave him that lopsided, confused look she used to say 'you stoopid', still grasping a lock in one hand and those scissors in the other.
"He's like Sampson, right Gall?"
Gallagher stopped biting down on his lip and looked up and nodded at his best brother.
"What are you talkin' about?"

"Sampson, Ginger. Like Sampson & Delilah...that story, remember? C'mon they even told it that time Gloria made us go
to church. He's mad strong long as nobody cuts his hair and then when they do he loses all that strongness...Look,
his mom," Gavin explained when Gallagher slinked off, "his real mom, she started his locks when he was little. Get it?"

"I didn't know."
"I know you didn't know, that's why I told you. Now c'mon, you gotta hurry up and finish up wit' you so we can start gettin' ready."

Gallagher was the only one of them to have even known his mother but he was so young when she died, he barely remembered her.
But he did remember her hands in his hair.
He wished he had more time with Gloria, too. More memories, like Gavin and Ginger.

"But why didn't he tell me..."

Here's the deal, there's always a catch, right. Life with Gloria was great, no doubt, but it made them too visible, too...noticed.
They couldn't just fade out like kids they knew back when, they had to hit the road. Hard enough for 2 teens but with 2 kids and 2 toddlers to boot it was crazy.
For a second, right after the funeral, Gavin had entertained the thought that maybe Georgia and Garrett
might really be better off in the system, they were still young enough to have a real chance.
They were cute, they were sweet...they were the right complexion, the odds were in their favour to be adopted again.
Ginger wouldn't hear it—and she was right, they were family. She didn't have to hurl that plate at him!

As for that...Yo...like...Whatever.
Ginger didn't think she should have to remind Gavin that she'd been all that stuff, too, and it didn't do a damn thing for her. Jack shit.
After she washed the colour out of her hair she couldn't leave it alone, she had to go talk to Gally.

"You mad at me?"

"You shoulda told me, Gally. I wouldn't never try to take nothin' special like that from you.
And you shouldn't let me. Or nobody. You just sat there. Gallagher, you gotta learn to speak up."
It would've broken her heart to know that she'd cut off his link to his mom like that. It halfway broke her heart figuring he didn't trust her enough to tell her, to stop her.
"You know why, right? You know we gotta go. And you and me are just too fabulous lookin', kiddo, everybody'd be like 'there they go'!" She laughed and
he cracked a smile, too. "And, check it, Gavin's even makin' me get rid of my gel tips. I know, right, me with no 'talons'." Ginger playfully scratched
at his legs until he laughed out loud. "But first I'm not done with my hair yet. You can cut it for me, I mean, you can cut mine, if you want."

The first plan was to steal out in the middle of the night. Gloria only lived like practically around the corner from where they grew up, that's how they met her,
but it was a whole different world. Wouldn't be no people out all hours, just out, loiterin' or poppin' off or whatever, nobody to be in everybody's business.
But still, with the kids it was kinda better and easier to travel by daylight. They got some good sleep, got to spend one last night
in their nice, comfy, safe beds and when the morning came everybody was all packed up just like they were going to school.

They hopped on the subway and then switched up local buses to the edge of the city and then a charter bus away from everything they knew.

The good thing was Gloria left a nice chunk of change for them. And it was for them, she'd trusted Gavin with the location and combo for her safe deposit box,
in case of emergency. But neither one of them expected no kinda emergency like this to happen so, so soon. The bad thing was they couldn't actually
touch the bulk of the money that was in the bank, not until he transitioned. For now that money was being held hostage by the state. Gloria was kinda old school,
too, though, and she kept some cash floating around. Not in the house to tempt sticky fingers there but what Gavin collected should be enough, for a while.
Ginger had wanted to hock her stuff. For insurance. Cuz 'cash leaks, you don't even realise til
it's all gone' but Gavin wouldn't hear it...so she just took the jewellery* (and didn't tell him).
When Gavin came out of the office he dangled some keys.
"You can't be serious. That thing?"
(*I actually prefer the US spelling 'jewelry' so that's to emphasise how she says it: "jewel-e-ry" instead of "jewel-ry")

This car sucked. Gavin shoulda let her have Shifty hook them up with a real ride, not this ugly ass old-man-mobile, but of course he reminded Ginger that
travelling in style was like the fucking opposite of the whole point and that basically she should just shut up and be glad they're not still on the bus.
~

They bounced from town to town, nobody was tryna cut them a break for nothin'.
Flashin' that cash only went so far. They were a ragtag bunch who musta looked like more trouble than the money was worth.
Especially with those peeps who figured out Gav's signature wasn't legally binding; that is, for those idiots who
couldn't tell from jump street that 'Gavin Newtown' wasn't a real person. Like, how dumb do you have to be, duh.
Ginger's own fake ID was felonious for how bad it was—some 40-somethin' lady with like the worst perm ever. But she was still pretty and that's what mattered!

If she didn't realise she was really only gettin' over on her looks, or her charm when she'd use it, she wasn't savvy as she thought.
Gavin, on the other hand, did have street smarts (he'd never been caught!) but they were entwined with memories he'd rather forget,
had happily all but forgotten...but happiness was something you only get in snatches until life drives by and snatches it back.
By now he should've known that, and remembered.
Usually all he needed was that silver tongue, it did get the roofs over their heads even if they didn't get to keep 'em, but then there was
Ginger and her mouth or Ginger just being what she was: young and attractive—she was like a fucking magnet—young and unprotected.
Or so they thought. Take him for a chump if they want...He may be slim but Gavin can protect his family. But, but that's enough said about that.
There was also the kids being seen when they shouldn't be or the babies heard crying when workin' people were trying to sleep.
Nobody gave a shit about them except when they became a 'nuisance'. Yeah, whatever man, but they managed to stay some steps ahead.

The instability of life on the go took its toll...but that's not how they saw it.
"Bring on the grilled cheese, Ginge. Grilled cheese! Grilled cheese!" Gavin initiated a chant and Gabby and Gall joined in, clapping and banging on the table.

"Aw, shit. Look what you made me do," Ginger blamed them when she burnt up lunch.
Not like she had the flame turned up too high or nothin', it wasn't her fault.

"You gonna take a bite like Garrett or you want me to mush it up?"
"I said I gotta at least start tryna find a job. We're good for rent and food but we can't just live off, you know, what we got until it runs out."
"Look at you, cheese monster, you got it danglin' all down your chin."
Money was cool but Ginger didn't wanna think about all that as long as they were good and she didn't think they should talk about it in front of the kids,
they had enough to deal with. Ever since they left home it was like an unwritten family rule that nobody ever spoke about Gloria anymore but she knew
they missed her. And that they missed school and their friends and clean stuff and bright colours and shiny new toys and fucking beds of their own!
But at least they could just know that they'll be taken care of and let that be that.

Ugh, the things Ginger did for these kids...or almost did. She, um, she didn't know if she could bring herself to sift through that nasty
garbage just cuz Garrett threw out Georgia's bo-bo**. It had to be Garrett, the other kids got annoyed with the babies sometimes
but she didn't think Gabby or Gally would be that mean and Garrett probably didn't know what he was doing. Probably.
"Whaddya say, big girl, you don't really need it, huh?"
She was calm now, anyway. But Ginger knew she'd scream bloody murder come bedtime if she didn't have it.
"Okay, okay, um, for you Georgia I'll, um, eww. But first why don't we look around the house one more time, 'k."


'Yeah, I'm fly," Ginger thought, 'but you ain't gotta clock me so so hard. Nasty.'
~

Gavin had found work. He was pretty good with his hands and the money was kinda nice.

He felt a lot better knowing they could live off his check (well, he was gettin' paid under the
table so it wasn't a real, like, bank check) and not have to skim too much off their "savings".

It was lookin' like they were kinda settled for now. They paid rent by the week and
that was like the only thing they had to worry about here and Gavin had that covered.
Ginger left Gabby and Gally to watch the twins while she did some laundry.
What now? Him again.
"No baby today, eh?"
Please, she wasn't talkin' to him.
"All the time I see you with that baby on your hip—"
Dumbass, it wasn't even always the same baby.
"—but not today, eh? Eh?"

"I'm kinda busy right now. I gotta put this load in the dryer and get back to my baby."

Choice bit o' skirt.
She knew what she was doin'.


"Shit if you're not about the sexiest something I ever seen—"

"Gimme a break, dude."
'Look at him trippin', like he could ever get it! With has nasty corroded self. Look but don't touch. And stop fucking talkin' to me!
Somebody might see!' Ginger thought he was getting kinda ridiculous, following her around and talking to her, like, in public.

"What do you want now?" she demanded when he followed her to her damn door.
"Come off it with that whole, uh, fake innocent act."
"Ain't shit fake about me."
He believed her, the look was a disguise but you were s'posed to see through it: that little girl hairdo and scandalous schoolgirl skirt
and her belly tattoo peeking through, it was nothin' but bait and he came ready to be reeled in. "Ain't nothin' innocent either, eh?"
"Whatchu mean?"
"You ain't get that baby o' yours playin' nice with your dolls like a good girl."
"Ugh. Would you get outta here." Ginger sneered. "Why you still standin' around? I ain't openin' that door til you leave—Wha'd'you want!"
"You know what I want."
He came forward, his voice husky, eyes bleary, and smelling like stale cigarettes.

"I know you better back up offa me. Look at me, take a good look, too. Why would somebody like me ever fuck around with some dirty bum-lookin' old drunk. Like you."
~




Gavin got home and found the kids stuck in front of the tv he picked up the other day from a local pawn shop.
"Where's Ginger? Kitchen?"
"Yup."

"I stopped at the store."
"That why you're late?"
"Ten minutes ain't late."

"Here, I picked up bread," he said, "and some more cheese—you gotta stop doubling up on Gallagher's slices,
we're running through 'em too fast and he's gonna puff up. He's over the hair thing already so chill."
"Gavin, I'm busy. You can put the food away yourself. And the garbage, too, needs to be taken out. I piled it up over there by the door."

"Oh," she said, catching him before he left, "and I still got some stuff in the dryer. Bring that up."
"What happened to your face?"
"Huh? It's nothing. Scratch."

"It's a gash. What'd you do, you been fighting? It was that lady with the music, wasn't it? I told you to leave her alone."
"Why don't you leave me alone, it's nothing, no beef. Just take out the garbage."


Twin toddlers were a handful, those terrible two's were no joke, and then keeping kids Gall and Gabby's age entertained and even learning stuff when
they could, but only the right kinda stuff, wasn't easy either. So why was it Ginger all the time stressing him the hell out, she was s'posed to be helping.
Was it just cuz he knew her longer and they'd already been through so much stuff together?
She could at least stop being a pain in the ass, gettin' into unnecesary fights.

Gavin grabbed a bandaid from that first aid box they threw together for the kids.
"Si'down."
"Gav..."
"Si'down!"

"Ouch. Shit, Gav, you ain't had to press so hard, it's sore."
"And you didn't hafta lie to me either. You gonna tell me what really happened or what, Ginge? You didn't really get into it
with that lady for blastin' her honky tonk music again, did you? Cuz I told you, if it's not messin' with the kids sleeping to—"
"That's...that's not it." She sighed. "Ok, you know that guy, right, the gross one, lives downstairs."

"What did you do?"
"Me? Why you blamin' me? He's been, like, on my dick for real. But whatever. Today he got a little outta pocket so I hadda put him in check."
"What's that mean? He touched you?"
She sighed again.
"Ginger! I swear to—Did he—?"
"He tried, ok. Stank breath. So...just...nasty, like somebody s'posed to want him."
She watched Gavin's face go granite, she knew that look.
"It's not what you think. He made like he was gonna grab my butt or something so I kicked him in the nuts.
Shit hurt, too, that's why he tried to, like, pimp slap me, you know. But he missed, he was too slow.
Only I got cuffed with that damn pinky ring. What's a lame-ass like him even doin' wit' jewellery."
Gavin didn't think any of this was funny.

"Gavin?"

~

There was a time for anger management and all that crap. And when you live in civilised society, a community lookin' out for each other,
that stuff does matter. But that time was brief for them and that lifestyle was gone. There was nobody but him to protect and defend them.



Was she crazy! Sneakin' up on him with that! And what the hell was she doing barefoot on this grimy floor?
There was no time for this, he had to act fast. 'Get outta here', he mimed, 'and gimme that!' Gavin snatched the knife from her.
Ginger was like she was in a trance, posessed or some shit, but she stood back when she lost her weapon.
Gavin slipped around the corner and motioned one last time for her to get the hell outta there.
The more she thought about that fat bastard the more the rage welled up.
But Gavin was the only person always on her side, no matter what. Ginger didn't want to cross him.

~

On the road again.
They had slept in the car last night so the air was kinda tense when Gavin turned into a service station.
The kids knew better than to ask questions by now, which was kinda worse in a way. But then not, not really.

"Stay in the car."
"See if they got butter in the store."
"They don't have any butter."
"Just see. Never mind, I'll—"
"Fine, I'll check. Stay in the car."
Ginger had a hard time letting even Gavin tell her what to do. She reached for the handle. Hesitated. Today it might be different.
"Ginger! Didn't you hear Gavin say don't get out?"
That did it. "Gabby, mind your business. Gavin's not the boss of me. I'm grown."

He turned his back for a second and there she goes. There she goes! Didn't she see that guy?
Of course, she saw him. And she couldn't resist making sure he saw her.
Gavin was so sick of this shit. "Get. the. fuck. back in the car."
~

"Everybody ok? Gabs, Gall? Ginger, he's all right?"
No kinda anti-lock brakes on this old piece of junk and there was another downhill dip bad as that one in a few feet. Gavin hadn't been sure he
could get it to stop, his heart was pounding out of his chest but the rest of them were fine. He felt like they trusted him a little too much sometimes.

"You left your bag."
"So?"
"So I think we're staying here tonight."
"I know we are. Didn't you see what just happened? The car died. And it tried to take us with it."

Mmph. Well, they been staying in worse places, roadside roach motels or most nights before it got so cold sleepin' in the car.
It'll do.

Ginger rolled out a mat and Gavin dragged a garbage can over and started a fire for them.

They were a resilient bunch, even stuck in a place like this the kids all made their own fun.
It was all (autonomous) huggles and mary mack and tickle fights all night until they hunkered down and huddled together to sleep.
The kids might kinda sorta be all right.


"Hey, you kids there, don't play on that! What're you doing here anyway?"
Ginger saw the truck pull up and she came out to be nosy, oh, and to intercede.
"I'm sorry. Gabby, get down. They're just messin' around," she said.
"But what are you all doing here?"
"We had some car trouble. See. That's us. It was kinda scary, actually, there was only that dustin'
of snow and we basically skidded to a stop ri-i-ight before that next steep drop over there..."
What the—how did she even find some dude to flirt with? Gavin sent Gabriella and Gallagher inside to watch the twins and away from the stranger.
Hmph, he wished Ginger listened as well as they did. But she had a hard head.


Young love, huh? Nelson snorted to himself. Kid had his hands full with that one. He left them to fight it out.
"Yo! Noise," Gavin yelled back at her, "it's all noise! And you can cut all o' that," he said, "Could you please
do me a favour, though, PLEASE, and go inside and feed the kids or somethin'. I know they gotta be hungry."
Feed them fucking what? What food? But Ginger kept her mouth shut, brushing close past that dude on her way back into that abandoned
whatever-the-fuck kinda place this is. All they had left was, like, some cookies and sippy juices and those crackers for Gally's tummy.
She couldn't believe Gavin embarrassed her like that! He was her brother, not her man, what the hell did he care...Oh.
But...but...whatever.

Nelson made a quick tour of his site, had to check on what was really goin' on here, and he saw that they also had a coupla babies in tow. Not likely to be any
funny business there with them then but that was a tough break for the kid. Twins! Damn hard luck like he didn't have enough to handle with her, she went and had twins.
"Hey, I don't know if you know this but you're only about a mile or two away from the centre of town.
No problem finding some good grub and maybe a warm roof over your heads. I could run you guys down."
"Nah, we'll—"
"Look, you can't stay here. It's not gonna be a problem," he said and Gavin caught his double meaning.
He didn't have much choice, they were stuck, but Gavin still pumped him for info before he packed up his family to hop in this guy's truck.
"Car's kaput so...I don't know, might be a while. What kinda work is there 'round here?"
Guy sized him up. Again. "I might know of somethin'," he said.
"Construction?"
"Not exactly, I was thinkin' more like, uh, odd jobs, stuff like that. Part time."
Screw that. Odd jobs. Gavin wasn't about to be put in nobody's pocket like some dumb kid.
"Uh, yeah, bro, 'preciate the offer and all but my last was doin' full-time. Union-scale pay. I need a return on my time when I invest it."

He hoped he didn't have to eat those words if they got desperate.

Ginger copped a squat next to him on the rock and leaned back against her brother, elbowing him
a few times to annoy him into givin' up the grudge and bumping their heads together.
"All right, all right, get off me," Gavin said. "There's a town down there, along the highway. I think we should give it a shot."
"Okay."
"No, but I mean from the way it sounds it's one of those little towns, those real little towns. Family oriented, that kinda thing."
"Good."
"So we gotta look the part. Clean-cut."
"What, you mean like court clothes?"
"Uh, no, we don't wanna look like we're under suspicion for nothin', Ginger. We need to look like regular, nice, clean-cut
suburban-type kids. You know exactly what I'm tryna say. And we damn sure can't afford to be lookin' like we're guilty of nothin', ok."
"Mm."

"Look. About dude...I'm sorry."
"Why you always gotta?"
She shrugged. "But I mean about, about before."
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"I know that's what you're really—"

Gavin jumped up and she slipped some without him havin' her back, "—really mad about," she finished to no one listening.
"I'm sorry."
~ ~

The place was called Widespot.
They scoped it out and while there was no chance in hell they could be invisible around here it was like Ginger said: everybody here got their own shit
and any busybodies who interfere will most likely take pity on them and try to help, like, actually try to help rather than rat them out. And who to? She found
out Local PD consists of exactly 1 old dude and apparently he got 5 kids of his own to worry over even though it sounded like some of 'em was already grown.
It's remote as all hell and there's nothing to DO out here but it looks like maybe they'll stay.

He chatted with the girl behind the counter for a bit before asking if she knew who he should talk to about this house they found.
Nobody lived there but there was no sign. (And they had to do this right.)

"I don't know who owns it, if that's what you mean, but you should definitely talk to Ms. Beech.
She runs this place. And I mean this place, literally, and also Widespot."

"Pardon me, young man, but I think I am the very Mann you're looking for. I'm the one who can help you out about that house."

"Let's walk over to the property now. I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."

Gavin put him off to meet up later. One, cuz his family was in the house and two, he wanted to be sure of what they could afford before starting 'negotiations'.
He'd actually set up an account as Gavin Newtown before they left...uh, the, the last apartment. He had to check it was still there.

Samantha's maternal instinct was keeping an eye and an ear on the young man because she'd never seen him before.
And that Sadie girl was bad news. (She had no reason to have anything against Rich.)
"Sorry to pry but I think that girl was right. You should keep your appointment with Mr. Mann but definitely make
another to see Mrs. Beech. That's Mrs. Daytona Beech. My husband works very closely with her in the office on Valley Road,
he's her special advisor. She'll be the one who can set you up with whatever you need." Poor thing. Sam wanted to know if he was
really on his own and how he came to be on his own but she had to content herself with having sent him in the right direction.

Widespot welcomed its newest residents.
*This is actually the pic meant for the Intro Makeovers post before I decided against adding another big family before getting to know
the Widespot folks on their own. Why yes they have been prisoner-tokened an inordinately long time. We'll see how they fare on parole.*

After that last month on the road mostly, living rough, some were wondering how long this stint in a real house would last.

But not Gavin so much. He had a pretty good feeling about this city, maybe cuz it wasn't really a city at all, more like a...community.
Sprung up together in the middle of nowhere, but he could work with that. Time to get back to basics.

"Hee-hee-hee. Wa-wa."

"Wa-wa!"

Visitors.
"You said your name's Mrs. Beech? I been looking for—"
"I'm not Daytona," Sandy cut him off.

And why was this lady all up in their space?
Nobody ordered a fucking welcome wagon.

"And y'all are on your own? Hell, I can't even afford no house. How'd you pull that?"
He shrugged. "Mortgage. Big mortgage. What do you do?"
"Hair sometimes."
"Oh word? You gotta meet my sister."

"Mrs. Beech, my sister made grilled cheese, would you like one?"
Neither one of them were buying that sister business.
"No thank you, Gavin. I'm not going to stay. I only wanted to stop by and say welcome."
'And be all up in the business but not even admit it,' Dixie almost said out loud.

"If she's not Daytona—"
"Her? Hell no. Her husband divorced her so long ago—Ms. Daytona's son—I dunno why she be still tryna fake it like she's still part of that family."
"Not to cut you off but you said you did your own braids? I used to have mine kinda
like that, only with gold. I'd show you but I don't know where the picture's at."
"Yeah? You had braids?" Dixie raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Back in the day. You think you could hook me up? Maybe not braids but I like to change it up."
"Sure, lemme know whenever."
"So, back to Ms. Daytona," Gavin said, "she runs the post office and the clearings place and what else?"
Dixie filled him in on who did what. But it was that practical gossip, not even the real dirt. Boring! Ginger left 'em to it.

She took the kids with her shopping for furniture. They were all still piling in with Gavin on
his air mattress upstairs, even her for some reason even though she's the one who had a bed!

Gabriella and Gallagher were starting at the school today. She was a little nervous, it's been so long,
what if she forgot everything? But she couldn't let anybody but the babies know she was worried.

Being nervous made Gabby a little bit mean.
"Be nice, Gab-ri-el-la."
"Gally, be quiet. And go get dressed, I'm done with the bathroom."

"You're gonna take 'em, right? Better get goin'. Leave Garrett, he'll sit there quiet, it's this little monkey you gotta watch around a potty."
"Okay. I'll be back in a few. You know I gotta go see if that lady's in her office."
"You want me to pick Gabby and Gally up this afternoon?"
"If you want to, but I can do it."

"Who are you?"
"He's my brother," Gabby answered for Gallagher.

"Oh. But who are you?"
"I'm his sister."
Sharla wasn't getting anywhere with these kids.

It was better when Rocky and Delta came over to introduce themselves.
Tommy wished one of them was a littler kid like him. Sharla always tried to make her friends leave him out.

Gavin and Ginger were acting more like this was home, really home, and now it had started
to look more like home and feel like home Gallagher was relieved and kinda glad.

Ms. Daytona's the one who found him. She hated to be blindsided!
Daytona had asked the boy to come by and see her but not before she ran into that Rich Mann and gave him a piece of her mind, taking
advantage of these kids. He tried to turn it around on her like she was begrudging them a roof over their heads when he knew damn well
that wasn't the fact. She was under a lot more scrutiny these days so even something as silly as the population cap meant she needed
to be careful, the fact was she'd already deeded some land to another family arriving in the spring and here were these kids, 6 of them!
But they were here now and it was probably for the best that they stayed but they'd have to play by the rules here on out.
Daytona wasn't about to fall for no lies so don't even try it, she knew him and that girl were both underage. They needed to be in school.

"We registered the kids already."
"I know it. And now you need to go ahead and 'register' yourself."
"But we've got responsibilities." Gavin guessed she knew that, too. "I guess we could alternate."
"You most certainly cannot. What kinda education is that? Now, there is a woman in town about to set up a kinda daycare, she got enough
kids of her own, 2 more won't hurt. Peter's wife, a Mrs. Ottomas, lives across there by the highway and she'll be happy to help I'm sure."
"Oh. Yeah, I met her already. I'll go talk to her, see if we can set it up. Guess I don't have a choice?"
"You guess right about that."

Virgie didn't overhear everything but she still started by saying, "Don't mind, Grandma, that's just her way. I'm Virgie. Virginia Beech."
"Gavin Newson."
New. Boy. Smell. Virgie inhaled deeply.
"So you're in that house right down the block from ours, and you're sticking around? Cool."

"Don't you even think about it, Virgie."
"Think about what, Grandma?" But Virgie couldn't hide her smile.

"I mean it. That boy's already got a family of his own to take care of, his brother and sister and two babies he has with his little girlfriend.
So you steer clear. Last I heard you already had your own boyfriend. Remember, you could do a lot worse than Scot Land."

Ginger put on some music.
"Y'all ready? I know you remember this one..."

"That's right, now Superman dat 'ho!"
*That's right, Gabs, you're not uncoordinated, you go on and protest lyrics like those.*

"Hey!" Virgie perked up when she saw Gavin show up at school. "Lemme introduce you, this is Scot. And his little sister, Delta."

Goldie was making friends with Ginger.
Woody had heard there was a new girl in town.
And some other people, too. Her family.

Something, well, everything told him she was way out of his league.

But somehow that made other girls, like Sadie, seem more approachable.
Woody felt emboldened to actually take the initiative and, and go talk to her.
Skye was, surprisingly, very pleased to see his son getting on with a girl. He's been worrying about him.

River was less than pleased.
(And Virgie here was in her Element!)

But River had nothing to worry about (not like he was supposed to have nothin' to worry about anyhow, what Woody did was none of his business).
Woody was a little bolder today...but just as awkward.

It seemed like a lifetime since Ginger and Gavin were in school.
And it was never nothing like this. Outside! With their coats on and, like, 1, 2, 3, 4—ten kids to a class!
But that lady told Gavin they had to go, both of 'em, to stay in town. This "Widespot" better be worth it.

Shit. That's that cop, ain't it. But what is this, what are they doing here?
Homer and Beulah explained that they didn't mean to impose but when they heard
about the young family moved in they just had to come and be neighbourly-like.
Ginger didn't understand what that was about but she figured she had to let 'em in.
"We brought by some supplies to help y'all get settled. Fresh veggies, some bread my Mary baked up for me and for y'all.
You met Dixie already I hear but Mary's our eldest, got her own set o' twins, too. And that other new family, what's their names, Lumpy?"
"Ottomas."
"Ottomas, that's it. Dora's folks. They got young twins and all. Lotsa new friends for y'alls and also lotsa support."

Ginger led the way in. "Yeah, we met 'em. Sam's been watchin' Garrett and Georgia while we're, um, while we're in class."
Tsk, tsk, babies havin' babies...Beulah shook her head, taking stock that everything looked in order as she walked behind her.
"What's that you got there, a l'il blankie?"
"Blankie," Georgia said, surprising Homer who wasn't expecting 'a talker', "Well, we've
got some more blankies for you all. Not as pretty as yours there but mighty comfy."

Garrett was kicking to get down so Ginger put him down and started looking for someplace to stick this stuff they brought.
"What kinda bread is this? I mean, you could make grilled cheese with it?"
"If you want to. And any time you're in the mood for a good home-cooked meal
you be sure an' let me know or y'all can just come round. Any time, you hear."
"Thank you. I meant to say that already, thanks for the food. And, um, the blankets."

"This winter ain't been much but it's enough come nighttime. All them l'il ones need wrappin' up tight against the cold night."
Beulah caught the girl rollin' her eyes even though she tried to hide it. Obviously she thought since she was grown enough to
make 'em she ain't need no outside advice on takin' care of 'em. For once, Beulah let it slide, this child wasn't none of her own kin
so she went on and let it slide. 'Go on, keep rollin' them eyes', she thought, 'you'll end up thankin' me for steering you right.'

Cop in their house? Surreal.

Gavin and Ginger have been the authorities in their lives for a while now so it was a little bit weird for Gabriella and Gallagher when real grown up adults were around.
But Gavin knew when and how to charm and impress. It was good to keep the neighbours invested in their welfare. Just not overinvested.
So he had to come across as sensible and mature so none of that goodwill turned to a rescue mission.

"These people," Ginger rolled her eyes good and long now they were out of range. "I dunno how they think you and me made a redheaded baby."
"Uh, Ginger..." he let that sink in, "...Yeah."

Gavin put on the radio and Georgia scooted right over.
"Look at you. You wanna dance?"

"Come on, let's dance. Show me your moves."
*Gratuitous dance spam just because Georgia was so cute!*
And of course, Ginger wasn't about to be left out.

Come dinner time she still wasn't sure about that bread.
"How's it taste, guys?"
"Nom-nom, s'good."

"Gally, go ahead and eat. You ain't gotta feed him cuz he's sittin' there beggin' with that l'il puppy dog face for scraps.
I'm-a make them dinner. Even though I bet you Garrett's not even hungry."

*Not at all where I was going with this caption but having written the above it occurs to me that all that cheese might be what's slowing up the potty training.
It can't be good for their little digestive tracts. Ginger's got her work cut out for her. But she's a new 'mom', cut her some slack.*

Gavin ran into 'the guys' when he went out for some air. It was a thing he did, a habit that calmed him down when he needed or just kept his head clear.
Goldie and Virgie weren't far behind their guys.

Virginia Beech.
Sounded like a name from off the tv. But he liked it.

"Is Ginger coming?"
"No. The kids," Gavin said, "she's home with them."
"Oh. Right."
"Actually, I gotta get going. Check y'all later."
"Peace out," David called out, "One."
Gavin laughed to himself as he left. But he did like them. All so nice and normal.


"What's with you, Georgia, huh? I'm about sick o' washing this blankie all the time cuz you keep soakin' it in toilet water.
And who the hell keeps leavin' the seat up anyway when I told 'em to stop it so you'll stay out? Keep it up and blankie's gonna go bye-bye."
"NO!"
"You heard me. And look at you, sittin' in this nasty puddle, too, like it's nothin'.
Now I'm gonna have to rinse out your whole outfit too. Aw man, even your tights are wet."
"Hee-hee-hee."
"That ain't funny," Ginger said but she couldn't help laughing along with Georgia's little baby giggle.

"There. All clean. Blankie won't be dry until morning so you're gonna hafta be a big girl tonight, 'k."
Long as she had her bo-bo they should be fine, for one night anyway.

Gavin checked on everybody when he got in.

It was still strange having his bed to himself but it was good. It'd been a helluva trip getting here but they survived.
And everybody was more or less all right.

Sometimes.
Ginger missed the hell outta Gloria. She'd been like her best friend before she was her mom and she was the only mom Ginger ever knew.
The pictures of her were the ones they couldn't put up, just in case, but this little one by her bed didn't count.
She'd hid a secret inside the locket Gloria gave her.
It didn't even matter who tracked 'em down, figuring out they used to be named Neuman, when there was the bigger secret nobody could ever find out!
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**bo-bo = pacifier, dummy, etc.
N.B.: Ginger lies. She's a survivor, deceit is part of her arsenal.
She deliberately told Gavin only a partial truth about her 'altercation'. He filled in the blanks his own way and anyone reading is probably even more appalled by the insinuations so let's allay a little bit of that (just a little) and say that Ginger lies but never to downplay wrongs done to her.
Yes, I did futz with their aspirations, fortune and family are now secondary. It's liable to change but so far Gabriella and Gallagher, and possibly even the twins, are geared up for a GC secondary depending on how they weather all they've been through by the time their turns come around.
Garrett walks, Georgia talks, and they're both potty-trained. Funnily enough, I forgot this, assuming they were all average, but old notes show that Ginger is an Underachiever and Georgia an Overachiever. I think it works. And finally adieu to Round 2! Thanks for reading!
OH, AND SOME DETAILS I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MENTION: I tend to imagine Gloria in a very different guise when I even bother to imagine her as more than a name in Ginger's bio. Most often for my play purposes she's had no shape, no face at all. But a relatively young Gloria, looking even younger, and standing in as someone they could relate to, was key for my rounding out this backstory that I sketched over a year ago. She met Gavin and Ginger first, they bonded, and the kids then all joined her family in successive pairs although Garrett and Georgia are the only ones blood-related.
Less relevant since Widepsot's taken over my simming life and I never got around to posting about my Pleasantview, that's a character called J.P. Slumlord up there making a cameo appearance as Jack Bastard, aka, the dead guy.
*I actually struggled a bit to find the right words for the teaser because I really didn't want to just plaster Newson across it and then the vaguest memory of this song wafted forward. There are, of course, a couple others called "Gloria" but it was like "soul music, yes!" and then there's the whole elegiac quality to the song, it just worked for me. Gavin and Ginger are kids of the hip-hop generation, Gloria too, but she knew her roots.
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