AN: Last year , in my Christmas One Shots collection, I did a story where Lincoln was a triplet with two girls and their experience of a first Christmas with just the three of them (chapter 13) This is a more a prequel story to that story, involving their Thanksgiving. It's kind of stand alone as well, so it can be read without reading that Story. It's a little sad, and bittersweet kind of story. Anyway though, I hope you enjoy and hope your Thanksgiving goes well, in this slightly miserable year.
It was Thanksgiving morning; the three Loud triplets were in their room in the children's home. Lincoln was already dressed and was putting some clothes and stuff into a bag. He made sure everything was organized, no comic books were going to be scrunched. Linka was sitting on her bed, she was also already dressed, and her bag was already packed. The youngest of the three white-haired triplets, Lindy was sitting crossed legged in her bed, she was still wearing just a white tank top and orange underpants. She was reading a book, with a constant scowl showing on her face. Linka looked at her younger sister and had a sick feeling come to her, like she was going to regret doing what she was going to do next.
"Lindy, get ready, we are about to see Pop-Pop," she said.
Lindy didn't respond, she turned the page in her book, to make a point. Linka rolled her eyes and looked at Lincoln who had a face that looked like it said, "Don't do it." Linka walked over and pushed her sister's arms down, causing the book to fall on the bed, closed.
"You messed up my page!" Lindy yelled.
"You heard what I said, get ready," Linka said.
"I'm not going to see him," Lindy replied.
She grabbed her book and started to look for the page again, Linka grabbed it and held it behind her back.
"Give it back!"
"No, not until you get ready."
"Fine, I don't care then."
Lindy got from her bed and walked to her dresser, Linka was relieved; it felt like she just adverted a world war. Lindy had instead grabbed another book and walked back over to her bed and looked right into Linka's blue eyes.
"You touch this book, I'll break your wrist," she said with a scowl.
"Don't you threaten me," Linka said.
Lincoln thought this would be a good moment to intrude on his two sisters' potential argument before it got bad. He walked over didn't say anything for a moment, to assess the situation. He looked at Linka first.
"Linka, give her back her book," he said in a firm yet quiet tone.
"But she…"
Lincoln shook his head and just pointed at Lindy while staring at Linka; She sighed and gave the book back to Lindy who snatched it. Then, he turned his attention to Lindy. She looked her brother and rolled her eyes she put her right hand as if to stop him from talking.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not going to break her wrist, but do tell her to leave me alone," she spoke.
"All I wanted to do was make sure she was ready to see Pop-Pop," Linka interjected.
"What language do you speak?" Lindy asked, "I was speaking English from my lips, when I said, No, I don't want to see him!"
"I've said this before, it's not his fault; you know he couldn't take us in," Linka said.
"I don't know anything; I don't want to see him."
"But it's Thanksgiving, and he's family."
"I hate Thanksgiving."
"You didn't hate it before," Lincoln interjected.
"Well, I hate it now, just like I don't like Albert," Lindy answered.
"You don't mean that" Linka said.
"Don't tell me what I mean; I spoke the words; I know what I mean."
Lincoln scratched his head while thinking of what to do. The role of being the oldest was hard, being their overseer. He was used to it in a slight way, being the oldest of the three, but after the accident and the rest of the family being gone, he had to take on the role even more.
"Linka, she doesn't have to go," he said.
"Good," Lindy replied.
"Lincoln, why are you giving into her?" Linka asked.
"Ok, she we force her to come with us, then what?" Lincoln question, "What do you think she would do?"
Linka thought for a moment as Lincoln went back to packing up his bag. She looked at Lindy who was already done with the conversation and reading her book. The middle sister walked over to her bed, sat down, and adjusted her skirt.
"Maybe you're right, Lincoln, she'd say something hurtful and mean to him," Linka said in a tone that she knew would annoy Lindy.
"Yeah, he's said nothing mean to me, you, stupid boot licker," Lindy spouted.
"Don't call me names," Linka said.
"Then don't be one," Lindy replied, "As yes Pop-Pop, I understand, you don't want me and my siblings, after our parents and family died, but I understand that I'm next week's garbage."
"Would you stop? That's not what happened at all," Linka said.
She was now close to crying, but Lindy wasn't the kind to easily let off the gas on saying something when she felt the rush of it.
"A pizza box has more sense than you, it would know it's been thrown away and accepts its fate- garbage- just like us."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Linka yelled.
Now, tears were running her face, her face was read, her fists were cliched. She looked over at her sister who had a smirk on her face, knowing she had hit a nerve. That made Linka feel hot, and she was angry that Lindy was getting enjoyment from her taunts.
"I hate that I have a sister like this," said.
There was dead silence in the room, the tension had died somehow in a quick pace. Linka was still red and wiping her face's tears. Lindy had sunk, she had grabbed the cover and folded it on top of her and had her position looking away from the other two. Linka had noticed that Lindy didn't say anything after a minute, her fists unclenched as she looked over. Lincoln had bit his bottom lip as he looked over the youngest sister. The only sound now was a quiet muffled crying sound.
"Yeah, I think so; I don't even know why I'm alive, and the rest aren't, I really shouldn't be," Lindy said.
"Lincoln, I, swear I didn't mean it that way," Linka said to her brother, like she was pleading to judge to not execute her.
He walked over to the youngest sister's bed, sat down, and put his hand on her hair, with light strokes.
"Please don't say that, I've already lost 10 sisters, I'd hate to lose another," he said.
The girl continued to cry, for all her bravado she was easiest to make cry if you hit the right cord. Linka and her knew how to get each on each other. Linka looked at the boy comforting her sister and felt slightly jealous, she didn't do anything wrong, she felt, why is he comforting her, but not herself?
"All I wanted to do was try and have something normal happen," she said, "It's not like I don't care."
Lincoln looked at her and prompted her to come over, she did and started to cry right into his chest. His right hand was pushing through his youngest sister's hair, while is left was rubbing is eldest sister's back.
"It's our first Thanksgiving without them," Lindy mentioned.
"Don't you think I know that?" Linka angrily questioned.
"You don't act like you do," Lindy quipped.
"Alright," Lincoln said, "You two, should really stop now; fighting each other isn't going to make anything better."
After both girls had let what was in them out, they hugged. Then, they grabbed Lincoln, and both hugged him as well. He felt things were somewhat better again and looked at his watch.
"Are you coming with us to Liam's farm, later on?" he asked.
Liam had invited Lincoln, Linka, and Lindy to spend the Thanksgiving weekend at his farm. Which was the reason why they were packing before. Lindy hadn't been as committed to the idea, not because she didn't like Liam, but more how she just felt about things in general.
"I don't know," Lindy answered.
"You have an opportunity to leave this place you hate to so much for a while, and you aren't the first one packing up and waiting by the door?"Linka questioned.
"I'm just not sure, alright, geeze," Lindy said.
The girl curled up into the cover and covered her head. Lincoln made sure Linka didn't say anything. He instead grabbed his jacket and bag.
"Hey, we're going, first to see Pop-Pop then to Liam's farm, hope we'll see you at the farm," Lincoln said.
"There's going to be better food there, than this place, and I'd miss you," Linka said.
They tried and it was up to her now, in the back of their minds they hoped that she didn't do anything stupid or worrying. Lindy heard the bags rustling and the footsteps, before they walked out, she muttered one phrase.
"Please don't die," she said.
Meanwhile at the retirement home their grandfather lived in, Lincoln and Linka were visiting with their grandfather. They set their bags down and sat down in some chairs. The grandfather smiled at his two white-haired grandchildren. They had smiles on their faces as well.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Pop-Pop," Linka said.
They exchanged hugs. He looked down and noticed to the two bags.
"Are you two going somewhere? "he asked.
"Yeah, we…Liam invited us over to his farm for the weekend, going there after we see you," Lincoln said.
"That sounds fun, I wish you could have had Thanksgiving dinner here with me," he said.
"We know," Linka said.
He was quiet for a moment as he realized something about the situation at hand.
"So, where's Lindy?" he asked.
Lincoln and Linka glanced at each other, communicating in a way only they could understand each other.
"Well, uh, she's sick," Linka lied.
"She didn't want to see me, huh?" Albert questioned, seeing through his granddaughter's attempt to soften the blow.
"No," Lincoln said.
"I kind of figured," he said.
"Some Thanksgiving, huh?" Linka replied.
"Yeah, it's the first one without my daughter since before she was born," he said solemnly, "I miss my son-in-law and granddaughters as well, but losing a daughter is just hard."
Meanwhile at the park.
Lindy was wearing her red sneakers, with dark blue basketball shorts, and her dark gray hoodie. It was quiet at the park, she figured it was a mixture of the cold weather, people spending time at home with their family, and it being 10 in the morning. She sat down on the park bench, it felt like the year before. She hadn't had a long life, but she felt Thanksgivings were always the same before. The year before, she woke up and watched the parade on TV with Leni, Lola, Lana, and even Lisa. Then at about noon, she'd walk into the kitchen, her father would be preparing Thanksgiving dinner, like he always did, and the radio would be playing the classic rock station, and at noon something would come on. It was called "Alice's Restaurant" she didn't know what it was about, but it was something she would listen to her with her father every Thanksgiving. She was missing the parade, because she didn't really like interacting with the other kids at children's home without at least one of her siblings with her. Maybe she could find the station and listen to the song at noon though.
"What are you thankful for, Lindy Loud?" she asked herself in a mocking tone, "Nothing, there's nothing too be thankful for."
She felt the cold air on her legs as a light breeze blew. She continued to remember the last Thanksgiving she had with her entire family. After listening to the nearly 20-minute thing, she'd hear Lynn cheering and wanting to watch a football game. Lana wanted to watch the dog show, but Lynn won out. Lindy noticed the others were doing some other things, but it seemed that nobody was interested in watching football with the sporty sister, she walked over and sat down as Lynn was cheering on the pre-game show hosts picking her team to win.
"Hey, I won the TV fair and square," Lynn said.
"No, you didn't, you just have better leverage in arm wrestling than Lana," Lindy replied.
"Is that a challenge?" Lynn questioned.
"Shut up, I thought you might want someone to watch football with you, a while," Lindy replied.
Lynn looked at her sister, mostly to wonder if the white-haired girl a trick up her sleeve. It wouldn't be strange if Lindy had alternate motive to her actions. Lincoln was the planner, but Lindy was a schemer.
"You don't even like football," Lynn said.
"You don't like being quiet, so what's your point?" Lindy asked.
"Could you at least put on some clothes?" Lynn asked.
"I'll find another sister to hang out with, then, geeze," she said.
She got up from the couch and Lynn thought for a moment, she relented and asked Lindy to stay. Back in the park, she walked in the grass through the fallen autumn leaves. She liked the smell, there was something bringing her a smile for once. She started kicking her right foot up and down like she was kicking a ball.
"Lynn, I could have beaten you, if I had chosen to arm wrestle that day," she said up to the sky.
Albert shared some breakfast with his grandchildren. The kids thought the food was slightly better there than at their children's home. Though nothing was as good as their father's food. On Thanksgiving, he'd be too busy to make breakfast or lunch, so the kids would have to eat some cereal or leftovers and try to stay out of the way.
"When do you have to be at your friend's house?" Albert asked.
"Uh, we can come any time," Lincoln replied.
"Preferably before two," Linka added.
"Hey, how about we go for a little swim then," he said.
The siblings frowned at the man and his glimmer of joy drained out once again.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"We didn't bring our swimsuits," Lincoln replied.
"Oh, I didn't think about that," he said.
"Maybe next time," Linka said diplomatically.
He figured out something they could do would be to play some video games with his grandkids. It was an escape from the stuff on their minds for a short time, a release from the burdens. One game he grabbed gave him pause though, it was on he played with Lisa often, when she started to be interested in video games.
"Are you alright, Pop-Pop?" Lincoln asked.
"Huh?" he asked, snapping out of a daze, "Yeah, I was just trying to remember something."
He put the game back and grabbed a different one.
Lindy looked at her watch it was 11:25 AM. She continued to walk and stopped at the crosswalk. Some cars went by before a slight lull, the light still said, "don't walk." She looked both ways and wondered why she placed so much trust in the drivers to follow the same rules she was trying to follow. The one time she saw the mutual agreement broken, it killed her family. One person went through a red light, broke the mutual trust of drivers. She could cross the street right now and do the same, but the effect would still be bad to her more than the person who was following the rules. She had thought about it before, but something always made her change her mind. The light changed to "Walk".
"You're listening to Mix 93, playing Christmas music until the day after Christmas," a voice over on the radio said.
Lindy pouted, Christmas was next holiday, the next holiday to despise. She turned off her headphone and looked at her watch again, it was 11:31 AM. There was a diner open, on Thanksgiving, she was surprised but pleased. Anything was better than eating at that dump she lived in. She opened the door, it smelled like burnt grease and lemon. It was busier than she thought, but emptier than it normally would be. Lindy sat in a booth. A woman with tall red hair, wearing a baby blue dress with an apron walked over. She talked with a southern accent.
"Hello darling, where's your folks?" she asked.
The Loud girl didn't like explaining that her parents were dead; she hated pity, because pity without any real action was just as much as giving someone pennies for food- nothing. She made up a story.
"My mother had to work, she's a nurse; she said I go out and get something to eat, since we aren't having Thanksgiving this year," Lindy said.
"That's a shame, here's a menu, my name is Gloria," she said.
"My name is Lindy and thank you," Lindy replied.
"I like your hair, darling," Gloria said.
Lindy looked at her portable radio, it was almost noon and couldn't remember what station the classic rock station was. Gloria came back, and asked if Lindy was ready to order; she was, she ordered a hamburger: no cheese, add pickles, mustard, ketchup, don't fry the onions, salt, pepper, no mayo, fries, put ketchup on the side, not on the fires; the drink: cola.
"Excuse me," Lindy added.
"Yes?" Gloria asked.
"What radio station is the classic rock station?"
"Classic rock?"
"Yeah, old rock from the past."
"We're playing it now, though it's commercials."
"Do you know if they are going to play this thing at noon, it's about a restaurant?"
"Alice's restaurant? I think they said they are going to play it noon."
"Thankyou."
The young girl heard the station mention what frequency the were on, she made a mental note. The time was 11:50AM; Gloria came back with a burger, fries, soda, and a piece of pumpkin pie. Lindy looked at was presented to her. She looked inside the burger to make sure it was as she ordered. Then she noticed the pie.
"I didn't order this," she said.
"I know, uh, it's a Thanksgiving treat," Gloria replied.
"I don't have to pay for this pie, do I?" Lindy asked.
"No,like I said, it's a treat," she replied.
Lindy starred at the woman; it was a kind gesture by someone who genuinely seemed to want to do something kind.
"Thankyou," she said.
The woman nodded and walked to take care of another customer. Lindy remembered the kind gesture Liam had to invite Lincoln and then include his two sisters. Maybe she took it the wrong way the first time, she thought.
Albert showed his grandchildren a photo album he had. The Louds had a Thanksgiving tradition of having a turkey trial. Where the youngest member of the family would dress up like a turkey and be pardoned by another member playing the judge. There were pictures of each member as a baby doing it They were wearing the traditional turkey costume as well. Linka saw the picture of Lincoln, who did it the first year of the three triplets, then it was her the next year, with Lindy filling in the gap, the year before Lucy was born.
"I don't even really remember doing this," Linka said.
"Me neither," Lincoln replied
"I was there the year you got to do it, Lincoln," Albert replied, "Aww there's Linka and… Lindy." Albert's voice trailed off after saying her name.
"Funny how, it's kind of a tradition for Loud babies not to wear clothes," Linka said, trying to distract.
"There's Lisa's picture, she hated doing this," Lincoln said.
"I remember that," Linka said.
Because Lisa at one years old, was way above an average one year old in intelligence and was already able to talk and was potty trained. That Thanksgiving, the family was looking for her to play the turkey. This meant looking almost everywhere in the house. Lindy found her already but didn't tell anyone. They were sitting in Lori and Leni's closet.
"I get it, you don't want to do it, and you shouldn't have to," Lindy said.
"What are you saying?" Lisa asked. She had formed a slight lisp from being able to talk before she had teeth and having to figure out how to properly say words without them, they had just started to grow in a couple months before.
"I mean it's a dumb tradition, but maybe that's what holidays are for, doing dumb traditions," Lindy replied.
"I fail to understand what you are saying," Lisa replied.
"I'm not sure either…" Lindy said.
Linka looked up from the picture, she wasn't ever sure how Lindy convinced Lisa to do the tradition, at least once. Lindy only told her they talked and that was it; they had to wait a couple more years until Lilly was born for the tradition to continue. At least, there was one image of Lilly getting to do it before the accident.
"I miss them," Lincoln said, looking at Christmas picture of the family.
"Me too, especially today, Dad's food was the best," Linka replied.
Albert put his arms around his grandchildren.
"I know what I'm thankful for, I'm glad you are alive," he said.
"Same here, Pop-Pop," Linka said.
"I just wish, you all felt the same," Albert replied, "I wish she had come too."
After listening to the radio for the nearly 20-minute broadcast, Lindy waited for the waitress to bring her bill. The pie was good, she hoped the woman was telling the truth about it being free. She looked around the place. There were a lot of single adult men and a maybe a couple families, she was the only girl with white hair there though.
"Is there anything else you want?" Gloria asked.
"No thank you," Lindy said.
"That'll be $4.59," Gloria replied.
"That's not a lot of money," Lindy replied.
"With the pie it would have been $5.70," she replied.
"Are you doing your own Thanksgiving?"
"I'm having Thanksgiving with a friend," Gloria said as she looked over at a man and winked at him.
"Oh, here you go," Lindy said.
She handed the woman a ten-dollar bill.
"I'll be back with your change."
"No, you keep my change, your job is tips anyway, right?"
"I don't need all your change."
"It's alright, while I don't like this holiday anymore, you should have something to be thankful for."
"Well, thankyou and Happy Thanksgiving."
She walked through downtown, almost every store was closed for the holiday. Some had signs up for big deals for shoppers the next day. A light breeze blew, her shorts moved; it was pleasing to her that weren't a bunch of people walking around, she could be alone. She thought of her past Thanksgiving again, the point where the family would do a turkey trial play. Then before eating, it would be time to say what they were thankful for. Last year, as most years, she would stand in between Linka and Lincoln because, she wanted to be next to both. It went down a line of family members and reached her. It was hard to quick think, "What are you thankful for, Lindy?" Lynn Sr. asked. She thought about that question as she crossed the street.
"What's to be thankful for, this year?" she questioned, "There's nothing, I have a grandpa who doesn't like me, my remaining siblings probably will start hating me too."
She noticed she was back in the park, there was a boy with a white knit cap on his head, he also was wearing an orange jacket and blue jeans. He had a football in his right hand and was looking around like he was searching for someone.
"Hey, you!" he yelled at Lindy.
Lindy first thought, she should have turned on something and listened on her headphones and instead having them around her neck.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Do you want to play football with me?" he said.
He had an earnest face, and he must have been somewhat to nice to consider a girl to play football with him. That or he was desperate.
"I guess so," she said.
"Cool," he said.
She took off her hoodie and wrapped her headphones inside and sat it down by a bag the belonged to the boy. He starred at her; she was wearing just an orange tank top underneath her hoodie.
"Aren't you going to get cold?" he asked.
"No, I run hot, and I need something to keep my headphones safe," she replied, "What's with the beanie, it's not that cold."
He smiled and took it off, to reveal his head was completely shaved.
"I did it for a Halloween costume," he explained.
"That's too much work to beg for candy," she replied, "So, who are you, I've not seen you before."
"I'm Ethan, I'm from Ohio, so you probably haven't seen me for that reason; who are you?"
"I'm Lindy; from Ohio huh? You must be here for this holiday?"
"Yeah, visiting my aunt and uncle."
"Why are you out here and not with them?"
"My Dad, Mom, and Uncle are watching football, not that the game is interesting, it's the Lions."
"Are you a Bengals or Browns fan?"
"Browns, in speaking of hair, why is yours all white like that?"
"It's white? Oh no! It was brown, it must have been the shock of seeing you in the park!"
"Alright, alright, are you going to play?"
Liam and his cousin Hattie were jumping in some straw, Hattie noticed two figures walking on to the farm. She let Liam do more jump before she tapped on his shoulder and told him. They brushed straw off their bodies and walked the white-haired children to greet them.
"Hey where's that other sister?" Hattie asked.
"I guess she didn't beat us here," Lincoln said.
"She might not be coming," Linka replied.
"Oh, I hope I didn't go and offend her," Liam said.
"It's nothing you did, she's in one of her moods," Linka explained.
"Though, she could still show up," Lincoln replied.
"Well, those bags must be getting heavy, let me show you where you'll be bunking," Liam replied.
"You get to bunk with me, Linka," Hattie replied.
The Loud siblings put their bags in the respective rooms and got to meet Liam and Hattie's family members. There was still some time before the meal, so they could do anything. It had been about 40 minutes, when what Linka feared had happened, the kids were asked to help set up the table for the meal. Maybe Lindy knew this and didn't want to be too early for that, she thought, she hoped that her younger sister would come by.
"Lincoln. I'm worried," she said
"About Lindy." Lincoln said in a flat voice.
"It's my fault, I went too far this morning, she's not me, she takes what I say personally," Linka replied.
"I'm sure, she's alright; Thanksgiving really has wrecked her mood."
"It's hard to find something that doesn't, though."
"You wanna go back to the home and check on her."
"It's scary when you do that, Lincoln."
The table was already set, he thought they could go back to the children's home and check on their younger sister then come back, if she were alright.
"You stay here Lincoln, Liam's more your friend than mine, and I feel bad," Linka replied.
"I don't know, you going off by yourself is worrying."
"I won't say it, just let me go."
"Come back before dark."
Lindy and the boy were tired after playing with the football. They were sitting on the park bench. Ethan noised the dirt on Lindy's shirt and knees. She was red and slightly sweaty as well. He took off his beanie and rubbed his head.
"Where'd you learn those plays?" he asked.
Lindy put her hoodie back and looked him.
"My sister, she is great at any sport you throw at her," Lindy said.
"She sounds cool," Ethan said.
"Yeah, sometimes, she couldn't be awesome all the time, but yeah."
"Still my sisters, wouldn't even play football with me," he said.
"You have sisters?"
"Yeah a couple."
"I hope you love them, there are people out there in this world, who can't see their sisters anymore and miss them every day."
"Are you alright?"
"No, but better than I was before."
"Thanks for playing with me, it's about to be dinner time, thanks again Lindy."
"Yeah, I think had fun too."
He put his beanie back on and put the football back in his bag, he smiled at Lindy, a friendly smile. "Happy Thanksgiving," he said as he walked away.
Lindy looked at her watch it was 2:39 PM. She was alone again. She realized she had a moment of happiness, something that didn't happen much, it was brief but nice.
Linka walked into the children's home and went to the room she shared with her siblings. It was empty. Lindy hadn't made up her bed, it didn't look like she packed up or did anything either to indicate she left to Liam's farm or ran away.
"She wouldn't stay here on her own will; I wonder where she went," Linka replied.
She ran out, closing the door behind her, and started to walk around anywhere her sister would have gone. Her first stop was the park. She couldn't find her there at all, usually Lindy would come here for a break. She was unaware that she missed her by 12 minutes.
"I've just gotta think, what are Lindy's favorite things to do?" Linka said to herself, "Hmm, she's not yelling at anything or anyone, at least here."
Lindy sat down on her bed, noticing the blanket had been moved slightly. She looked around to make sure nothing of here's was stolen. That would have to be a brave and stupid person to do that. Realizing everything was fine, caused her to relax and give in to her thoughts.
"Lindy Loud what are you Thankful for?" she asked herself. "I'm not thankful for being alive, or my sisters' being dead, or my parents' being dead, or my grandfather hating me, but I'm thankful for…" She wrapped her fingers on her leg tapping up and down in thought. "I'm thankful for the pie lady, that bald boy, I guess, it was nice of Liam to invite me; he really could have just invited Lincoln. I'm thankful for my brother and sister, I just hope they don't hate me."
She had some tears running down her face, that she kept wiping with her sleeve.
"I'll stay here for the weekend, give them a break from me," she said.
Next, she took off her hoodie, shoes, and socks, got into the bed, covering herself with the blanket. Then after some work, she threw her shorts on top the bed. Somehow, she slept in a bed with objects randomly in there. She turned on her side and quicky fell asleep.
Linka groaned, she realized one thing Lindy loved to do pretty much above anything else. Even, before the accident, one of featured hobbies would be to take a nap.
"Maybe she went back to the place I just was, because of course, she would," she figured.
She slightly shivered as the breeze hit her legs and the daylight was getting a tinge darker. She walked back to the home and back to her room. Her figuring was right, she saw her little sister sleeping in the bed.
"Lindy, you're alright," she said.
For a second, she didn't want to wake her up, mostly because looking at her face it seemed she was smiling. It was something she didn't see often anymore; maybe sleeping made Lindy happy, it was way to escape.
"Lindy!" she yelled.
The girl's eye lids lifted, and she rubbed her eyes.
"Linka?" she asked in soft voice, "How long was I sleep, it's Sunday?"
"No, it's still Thursday," Linka said.
Lindy sat up in her and looked at her sister.
"Aren't you supposed to be at Liam's farm?"
"I was there, but I was worried about you.
"You were?"
"Yes,I do care for you."
"Linka, I'm sorry I was mean to you earlier, I understand if you Lincoln hate me."
Linka rolled her eyes.
"You idiot, I don't hate you, your brash, annoying, grumpy, and yet, I know your sweet self is there somewhere, and I know you love us, no matter what."
"Please make sure, I don't do anything to change that."
"Well come on, you really should come with me; Lincoln's going to worry."
Linka grabbed Lindy's backpack and started packing some random stuff by the time Lindy got her shorts back on and out of bed.
"What are you doing?" Lindy asked.
"I'm packing your stuff; we're going to get you away from this place for a few days" Linka said.
"But…"
"I already packed what you wear, there's shorts, undies, socks, a couple pairs of longer pants, some books, and tank tops," Linka replied.
"Now get your hoodie on and grab your headphones and junk, let's go before it gets dark," Linka said like a mom would say.
Lindy didn't know what to say next.
"And I'm sorry too," Linka replied.
They made it to Liam's farm, Lincoln hugged his two sisters and felt relived and happy they were both alright. It was their first Thanksgiving with just the three of them. Lincoln was thankful that they had each other and hoped that would continue, no matter what.
I may do more with this story line in the future, would love to know if you think I should.