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G-Grace
His sister was a dancer when they were little, before his mom started trading family time for eight-balls and daddy dearest took off with his secretary who was eight years younger. And damn did his sister look like an angel as she spun and twirled around the stage. She leapt from point to point and Holder would watch her with apt attention. Eventually she had to give up dancing in order to get a part time job at the local Mickey D's to help pay for the clothes and food that Stephen needed as he grew up. But he always remembered her grace. And there were times when she was trying to clean the house or flitting around the kitchen trying to avoid disaster when he could see the dancer come out in her again. Her grace showed in the agile way she moved and Holder prayed to whatever god was listening that she never lost that part of her that was so pure and so good.
Eventually his sister met a man and they worked fairly well together and she got knocked up with Davy. And now Davy had some of that grace his momma always had. Davy would twirl with his trucks and cars and squeal in delight when he saw his uncle mimicking him. And while Davy probably wasn't ever gonna be a dancer, he'd make a good athlete with his natural grace and balance.
As for Holder, well he ain't never had any grace. Years of training and conditioning for the football and soccer and basketball team proved beyond a reasonable doubt that he had not inherited his sister's grace. He struggled with most things in life-he couldn't gain weight if his life depended on it and although he managed to pull good grades, he struggled due to his dyslexia. But the one area in his life he never struggled was with his spoken words. He prided himself on his ability to lay down some sweet knowledge on any unsuspecting fool who should cross his path.
So when Sarah Linden would scowl at him and prove just how fucking good she was at her job, he would smirk and lay down some sweet knowledge on her. And before he knew it, she began to smile.