Chapter 10
What's Snow Papa?
Just so you know. This is not part of the pilot episode. I thought of this little one shot this morning and I couldn't not write it.
My reason for writing about snow, is because I live in Massachusetts and there was a big snow storm, called Nemo (WTF. Nemo?! Come on people!) and we got 2+ feet. I thought that this would be a fun story.
It was February 20th 1984 and there was a giant snow storm.
A little over a month ago, Bobby was working a case in Florida and when he spoke with the victims friends, he had met a little two year old girl named Delia.
She was in foster care, and right before he had left the house her foster mother, Mrs. Tall grabbed Bobby by the arm.
"Before you leave. Do you know anybody who would like to adopt a little girl." She was obviously talking about the little red haired girl.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, we want her to have a permanent family before she gets much older." Mrs. Tall sighed.
"Do you think I could spend a little time with the girl?"
Mrs. Tall nodded and led him upstairs.
"Delia?" She said quietly when she pushed the door open.
"Yes 'Mz 'all" The girl was pale, with long hair that looked like fire. There was a smear of freckles around her nose. Her hair was in two french braids that went past her shoulders. She was wearing a white dress with blue and purple flowers on it.
"There's a man who wants to meet you." Mrs. Tall said sweetly.
"Is 'e gonna be able 'o 'ake me home with him?" She asked innocently.
"Maybe." She turned around. "I'll leave you two, call if you need anything. She walked away, and disappeared down the stairs.
Bobby stepped into the room. It wasn't like most little girls rooms. The walls were light green, and the bedding was gray. There was a small book shelf next to the bed, over flowing wit books. Some short, some long.
The girl, Delia was lying on the floor with a large book open in front of her. It was long, one a kid ten years older should be reading.
"Hello." Bobby said. "What are you reading?"
"Da Pwincess Bride. It was my mommas." Well now it makes sense. She's trying to read her mothers book.
"I'm Bobby."
"Nice ta meecha Mr. Bobby. 'm 'Lia."
"How old are you, Delia?"
"Imma be three in a month and a week!"
"Really?"
"Yep."
Bobby read her some books, she tried to read him a book and she drew him a picture.
"Mrs. Tall?" Bobby called. Delia had passed out on the floor, and he had moved her to the bed.
"Yes, Mr. Singer?"
"I'll adopt the girl."
So a month later, Delia went out to North(?) Dakota to live with Bobby.
There had been a lack of snow so far that winter, so it was just very cold.
"PAPA!" Delia screamed. Bobby ran up stairs to find Delia sitting by her window. "The colds are fallin apard! We godda help 'em!"
"The clouds aren't fallin. It's snowing."
She tipped her head to the left. "Snow?"
"You've never seen sno-" The he remembered that she's from Florida. There isn't snow there. "Snow is kind of like rain."
"Does it make you wet?"
"Only if your wearing the wrong clothes."
"It looks like the stars are fallin from da sky." She mumbled, sleep trying to take over. Seconds later it did, and Bobby put her back in bed.
She made a point snow did look like falling stars.