Day Two!
I don't promise that these will always be in order, but this one is.
As always I own nothing.
beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
Accusation
"You're not happy."
Three little words, patently untrue but ringing with an earnest concern.
Mary blinks when Bert says it, her brow furrowing as she tries to comprehend this turn of events. He's never even had the guts to reveal anything to her beyond his always congenial smile yet now he has the gall to accuse her of unhappiness.
Mary Poppins, unhappy! The very thought!
How could she possibly be unhappy with all that life has to offer? It's simply absurd. She has everything she's ever dreamed and wanted. She gets to spend her life doing good, making people whole again. She has a best friend and a strong support system in her friends. She's made a life and a name for herself. How on earth could she possibly be unhappy?
"I am perfectly content, thank you!" she informs him primly.
"That isn't the same thing at all!" he insists, shaking his head.
"Oh? And what is your definition of happiness, may I ask, since you seem to be so very well-versed!"
He throws his hands up, almost in frustration. "I don't know! You should be… deliriously 'appy!"
Her eyes narrow doubtfully. "Delirious?"
"Sure! Because that's what you deserve, Mary. Delirious, overjoyed, dancing in th' rain with th' one you love, plain ol' 'appiness!"
"Dancing in the rain? Me? Forgive me, but I don't see catching cold as anything to celebrate."
And all of a sudden he just shakes his head and looks horribly disappointed. "Mary, y' may be practically perfect, but sometimes y' just can't see past th' end of your nose."
She frowns then. He's accusing her of something, but just what, she can't figure out.