Rosalind
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To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no money, no sue, please? AN: This is more like a collection of scenes from various "episodes" that make up the part of the story that's important to me. So imagine them stuck in various places in various episodes that are "really" about other things. It might make more sense that way. Hope you enjoy!
"I want to watch......Ariel!" Rosalind answered. John rolled his eyes.
"Again?" he asked. Rosalind nodded happily. He took the tape from her and popped it into the VCR. He had borrowed four tapes from Andy for her. He didn't know what to let her watch on TV, so he decided she just shouldn't watch it at all. But he knew every song from The Little Mermaid, all the names of the puppies from 101 Dalmations, he could quote half of Beauty and the Beast from heart and if he had to watch Sleeping Beauty again he'd croak. He grabbed the bowl of popcorn out of the microwave and sat down next to her on the couch. But by the time the royal concert rolled around and they opened the shell to find Ariel wasn't in it, he was ready to scream. So he shut it off and put the popcorn bowl on the table.
"Hey!" Rosalind objected, "It's not bedtime yet!"
"I know it's not bed time yet" John answered, "Put your coat on" Rosalind took her coat from him and shoved her arms through the sleeves.
"Where are we going?" she asked curiously.
"We're going to Wal-Mart" he answered. When they got there, he headed straight for the entertainment section. There were walls and carts of movies and he had no idea what she would like.
"Here, pick some out" he told her, letting go of her hand.
"Okay" she said excitedly and went to his left to look at the movies on a stand. He didn't see much over there that he thought she'd be picking so he looked over the videos in front of him. Maybe he'd get something too. All that little kid stuff couldn't be healthy for a man his age. After a few minutes Rosalind brought three tapes over.
"These?" she asked, handing them to him. John looked at the titles. It wasn't anything he had ever heard of. Digimon? What was that? It was a cartoon, but that didn't necissarily mean it was okay for her to watch. Plus it was some chineese animation crap. He didn't know about that. Then there was Monsters Inc. and Ice Age.
"Here, these two are okay" he said and handed them back to her, "Pick out a couple more" He was going to have to return the tapes to Andy eventually and he didn't want to be stuck with an even smaller selection than they had now. She toddled off to find more tapes. John flipped the Digimon tape over and read the back, still confused about whether or not it was really for kids.
"Pretty much anything on that left wall over there is okay" a voice said to his right. He looked up. A very lovely young lady was smiling at him. She had bright orange hair and crystal green eyes. Her skin was creamy but she had a splattering of orangeish brown freckles across her nose. She was a good head shorter than John, but her smile was so enchanting he found he couldn't look away.
"She's about five, six?" John shook himself.
"Oh, uh, yeah" he answered. The woman nodded.
"Pretty much anything on that wall over there, where she's looking" she repeated, "I know it's not always easy to tell what's actually for kids or not. You can't always go with the cartoons"
"Oh, yeah" he said and felt like a dolt.
"Single dad?" she asked. She had a great voice, soft and silky, but not girly. Just.......feminine.
"Yeah" he replied, and started wondering if he knew any other words. She smiled at him and he could tell she was trying not to laugh.
"Sorry, I just....uh, John, John Clark" he held a hand out. She grabbed it. She had a very firm handshake. In fact if her hands hadn't been so small, soft and delicate he would've thought she was a man.
"Doctor Grace O'Malley" she introduced herself.
"Doctor, huh?" John said. He'd had enough of doctors.
"Not medical. I'm a child psyche analyst" she replied.
"Child psyche analyst?" That was an odd profession. Why, he didn't know. It just seemed to be.
"Yeah, I..."
"Daddy! Daddy, Daddy!" Rosalind screamed excitedly, startling him. She ran over and started tugging on his hand, pulling him over to another rack of videos.
"Look!" she pointed, "Veggie Tales!"
"Ah! You have excellent taste" Grace had followed them, "Might I suggest Larryboy and the Fib from Outer Space, or Are You My Neighbor? Those are my favorites" She smiled at the confused look on John's face.
"Daddy, can we get some?" Rosalind asked hopefully.
"Yeah, sure, pick a few out" he replied.
"You know if she likes Veggie Tales, there's also a series called 1,2,3 Penguins she might enjoy" Grace told him.
"Thanks" he replied.
"This one, and this one, and this one, and this one" Rosalind was saying, picking up tapes and handin them to him. He couldn't hold them all.
"Wait, Ros, you have this one twice, and how many do you need anyway? Wait, Rosalind...." he sputtered, trying to curb his daughter's shopping spree. He could hear Grace laughing beside him.
"Good luck!" she called as she walked away. John let the tapes spill to the ground as he watched. Maybe he wasn't done with doctors after all...................
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no money, no sue, please? AN: This is more like a collection of scenes from various "episodes" that make up the part of the story that's important to me. So imagine them stuck in various places in various episodes that are "really" about other things. It might make more sense that way. Hope you enjoy!
"I want to watch......Ariel!" Rosalind answered. John rolled his eyes.
"Again?" he asked. Rosalind nodded happily. He took the tape from her and popped it into the VCR. He had borrowed four tapes from Andy for her. He didn't know what to let her watch on TV, so he decided she just shouldn't watch it at all. But he knew every song from The Little Mermaid, all the names of the puppies from 101 Dalmations, he could quote half of Beauty and the Beast from heart and if he had to watch Sleeping Beauty again he'd croak. He grabbed the bowl of popcorn out of the microwave and sat down next to her on the couch. But by the time the royal concert rolled around and they opened the shell to find Ariel wasn't in it, he was ready to scream. So he shut it off and put the popcorn bowl on the table.
"Hey!" Rosalind objected, "It's not bedtime yet!"
"I know it's not bed time yet" John answered, "Put your coat on" Rosalind took her coat from him and shoved her arms through the sleeves.
"Where are we going?" she asked curiously.
"We're going to Wal-Mart" he answered. When they got there, he headed straight for the entertainment section. There were walls and carts of movies and he had no idea what she would like.
"Here, pick some out" he told her, letting go of her hand.
"Okay" she said excitedly and went to his left to look at the movies on a stand. He didn't see much over there that he thought she'd be picking so he looked over the videos in front of him. Maybe he'd get something too. All that little kid stuff couldn't be healthy for a man his age. After a few minutes Rosalind brought three tapes over.
"These?" she asked, handing them to him. John looked at the titles. It wasn't anything he had ever heard of. Digimon? What was that? It was a cartoon, but that didn't necissarily mean it was okay for her to watch. Plus it was some chineese animation crap. He didn't know about that. Then there was Monsters Inc. and Ice Age.
"Here, these two are okay" he said and handed them back to her, "Pick out a couple more" He was going to have to return the tapes to Andy eventually and he didn't want to be stuck with an even smaller selection than they had now. She toddled off to find more tapes. John flipped the Digimon tape over and read the back, still confused about whether or not it was really for kids.
"Pretty much anything on that left wall over there is okay" a voice said to his right. He looked up. A very lovely young lady was smiling at him. She had bright orange hair and crystal green eyes. Her skin was creamy but she had a splattering of orangeish brown freckles across her nose. She was a good head shorter than John, but her smile was so enchanting he found he couldn't look away.
"She's about five, six?" John shook himself.
"Oh, uh, yeah" he answered. The woman nodded.
"Pretty much anything on that wall over there, where she's looking" she repeated, "I know it's not always easy to tell what's actually for kids or not. You can't always go with the cartoons"
"Oh, yeah" he said and felt like a dolt.
"Single dad?" she asked. She had a great voice, soft and silky, but not girly. Just.......feminine.
"Yeah" he replied, and started wondering if he knew any other words. She smiled at him and he could tell she was trying not to laugh.
"Sorry, I just....uh, John, John Clark" he held a hand out. She grabbed it. She had a very firm handshake. In fact if her hands hadn't been so small, soft and delicate he would've thought she was a man.
"Doctor Grace O'Malley" she introduced herself.
"Doctor, huh?" John said. He'd had enough of doctors.
"Not medical. I'm a child psyche analyst" she replied.
"Child psyche analyst?" That was an odd profession. Why, he didn't know. It just seemed to be.
"Yeah, I..."
"Daddy! Daddy, Daddy!" Rosalind screamed excitedly, startling him. She ran over and started tugging on his hand, pulling him over to another rack of videos.
"Look!" she pointed, "Veggie Tales!"
"Ah! You have excellent taste" Grace had followed them, "Might I suggest Larryboy and the Fib from Outer Space, or Are You My Neighbor? Those are my favorites" She smiled at the confused look on John's face.
"Daddy, can we get some?" Rosalind asked hopefully.
"Yeah, sure, pick a few out" he replied.
"You know if she likes Veggie Tales, there's also a series called 1,2,3 Penguins she might enjoy" Grace told him.
"Thanks" he replied.
"This one, and this one, and this one, and this one" Rosalind was saying, picking up tapes and handin them to him. He couldn't hold them all.
"Wait, Ros, you have this one twice, and how many do you need anyway? Wait, Rosalind...." he sputtered, trying to curb his daughter's shopping spree. He could hear Grace laughing beside him.
"Good luck!" she called as she walked away. John let the tapes spill to the ground as he watched. Maybe he wasn't done with doctors after all...................