Chapter 12

Black Friday: part 4

Michonne now cocooned in the warmth of her condo found herself in an excellent state of mind realizing happily that she was exactly right where it was that she enjoyed being the most and doing with so much great care, and that was loving on Handsome who just happens to be her most favorite guy in the whole wide world, and also her Munchie too, who without saying is her most favorite baby ever with the little stinker from time to time making itself known to both like always with a kick here and a turn there; sometimes rather sharply at that!

Sweetly, all three plus the puppies were enjoying the crackling sound of wood burning along with its warmth radiating out heat from the fireplace as it made everything feel and smell all so Christmassy inside. The whole place was now filled full of the Holiday Spirit. A beautiful warm and homely state of bliss brought on perfectly and capped entirely by that unexpected gift of cold fluffy whiteness from above which helped jog her memory of what time of year it truly was, and that's the Season of Giving as she sat quietly on the couch totally relaxed, and totally content watching the beautiful snow now falling in big flakes, and then sometimes it at quite a good clip too.

We needs a tree up, she thought lazily to herself while brushing back hair from her boy's brow with loving fingers.

And Michonne even thinking about a tree was a very good sign indeed seeing that the year for her had been so hard for so many heartbreakingly distressing reasons. And if not for her house guests she and Munchie would be doing nothing less than just existing during this festive time with no set purpose or expectations on celebrating Christmas at all, and that would be in spite of a very pushy and extremely loving family.

Her and the baby being able to share in and experience some of the holiday season with her Handsome and his dad has clearly been a true godsend. One which is not meant to diminish her parents absence, but to help fill that gap because of it. And if truth be told that blessing all started the very moment she met her boy and then later on his dad. A beautiful something that started off as a rescue mission after the fact then which cruised effortlessly into yesterday with Thanksgiving Dinner, and has definitely been set in stone as real by all that has happened earlier today including the something as simple as the more than wonderful fire burning in the fireplace which was the very thoughtful and quite timely gift of warmness straight from the heart, Sheriff Grimes's; an excellent idea of his for takng the chill away after their having come in from out of the snowy cold weather.

All of that along with the snow and the fire helped remind Michonne that it's the little things most time that makes the most lingering of impressions and impact. And Handsome just laying there with his head resting in her lap was particularly silent and moving very little unlike his unofficial little unborn sibling, but that hadn't alarmed Michonne in the least! She knew without any doubt that the child had a reason and a need to be on the untalkative slightly moving side, because at the moment her boy just happened to be really full from food, and extremely tried from play.

From the time that the boy and the puppies first stepped foot into the park; fun, run, and play were their aim, and then some more of the same happened with Robby joining in afterwards which also included their making of a rather good size Snow Man that the pups were bent on marking yellow at its base no matter what! And once back inside, her little guy not so mannerly at all scarfed down four good size slices of pizza, curly fries, plenty of juice to wash it all down with, and a good size banana split with the works while both his two adults just looked on with pure amazement wondering how in the world could their precocious little gem have eaten all of that on top of the cup of hot chocolate and that good size cookie from earlier. Now with all that activity of the movement of arms, legs, hands, feet, along with the extreme amount of chewing, drinking, and swallowing that Handsome had done would cause anyone to be nothing but on the quiet side for a considerable long time.

And while Michonne, her Handsome, Munchie and the puppies where in the living room all tucked up in comfiness, a very uncomfortable Sheriff Grimes was back in her family room with Lance Amondè. The Couturier Extraordinaire had the lawman trying on multiple outfits which the Sheriff could swear were really out of his league, and also what looked like could be more than half of the designer's merchandise that he carries around in his warehouse on wheels. And from the very moment that Michonne introduced the two, Lance has been in love. The daughter and niece of his very first three models ever had acquainted him with who he'd hoped would be his most lucrative walking advertisement ever besides Negan who of course was for lack of a better word, a pig for the finer wears in life, whereas the Sheriff was just plain folk. And Lance doubted very seriously if all or not most of the man's wardrobe hadn't come straight from stores with a Mart at the end of it...

A Kmart, Walmart, Stein Mart, a Billy Bob and Son Emporium of Everything Under the Sun Mart!

And what a shame, thought the disappointed, but still determined Fashion Designer who from the moment that the man tried on the first suit knew that Sheriff Grimes just like Negan had what it took to dress well and wear his and/or others name labeled menswear to-a-T! Frankly the man was any designer worth his or her salt real-life wet dream! The right height, built, and pettiness with eyes to match, but the gentleman with the badge said "No"; turning Lance down flat at the mentioning of him wearing anything other than what the suit maker was there for, or even doing some modeling saying no way was that him, and was fine with what he now wears, and Lance being there was Miss Rènald's idea to help get him ready fashion wise for the most important court hearing in his life period, so he was good with one or two of his suits only!

And Lance nodded his head half listening as he methodically handed the Sheriff an Armani along with a crisp white long sleeve cotton dress shirt with cuff links, a matching silk tie plus hankerchief, a pair of Italian dress shoes, and some silk socks to go with; asking him to please try them on because the makeoverer was no where yet near finish with the man, nor that unaccepable answer to his proposition because internally he'd already had a secret weapon in mind; a siliver bullet of sorts that's tried and true and will hopefully be the destroyer of that negative noun-Michonne and that smile of hers.

Lance the popular, and very instinctive fashion designer knew first hand just how potent she and it was, and he with a great deal of fondness remembered the three years that Michonne worked in his store while on summer break before and during college; Andrea too, he groaned inwardly at the thought. And those times with her working there were some of his busiest, and most profitable ones for quite awhile. From the young, especially the young men, middle aged, and old; they only wanted Michonne waiting on them. And no matter how difficult or curmudgeonly the man would be; all left with something in hand! But sadly there would be no fourth summer, that jealous Pussy Mike got involved.

Good riddance he's gone, thought Lance bitterly. He's always known that their girl could do better, much better! Then the suit maker looked over at the ill at ease man getting dressed and smiled.

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Michonne still deep in her Zen moment of comfy felt his presents long before she heard the clearing of Lance's throat to get her attention. And with eyes now wide opened used Ro's word to her embarrassment and totally in spite of herself thought, Yum! The man standing right there in front of her was nothing less than gorgeous with his pretty self. Dressed all up to the nine in a dark navy blue suit with tie and hankerchief matching those vivid Caribbean blue eyes that popped brilliantly against the backdrop of the crisp white shirt worn underneath said outwardly...

"Wow." then thought, You perpetrator.

And the Sheriff all good lookingly and such in the slim fitted suit that clearly had his name written all over the thing up and down and sideways blushed way to cutesy at the hearing of her played down exclamation of approval, and not really knowing exactly how to react placed his right hand in his front pants pocket while the lift hung casually by his side and unknowingly striking a model's pose had a smooth Lance Amondè cheesing a little smile thinking, Score! Then the man with pad and pencil in hand happily began writing out his list of items for the Sheriff along with thoughts of all those print, photo, and billboard ads that were now a clear bet.

I...I've never seen you look, Michonne stopped herself short before she said anything out loud, because how in the world would she know what the cutie looked like all dressed up when she'd known the man all of three days! home

(And she needn't feel bad, because Rick Grimes hadn't known how he looked all really dressed up either!)

"How do you think our Sheriff looks M?" said Lance the clever yet sneaky designer who unbeknownst to himself had just saved his M from digging a hole with drool.

"I...I think that Sheriff Grimes ah he he looks really nice (liar), she knew that man looked stankin' grrreat! "Who is that-Armani?" And the girl knowing her fashion designers smoothly played off her near faux pas from earlier and then continued with, "Clearly one can never go wrong with him, but ah do you have something that's a little less dashing, while still just as fashionable?" Michonne asked with a twinkle in her eyes; she was so over her near al-most mortification, and oh sooo ready for some spending of the money and it didn't matter whose! "Sweaters, slacks, turtle/mock necks, long sleeve shirts, button downs, shoes, a few more suits; Hugo Boss, Calvin Klien, some more Armanis, and don't forget some of those Amondès too! Please and thank you!"

Then she smiled sweetly at both men, because there is one thing that is true and for sure, Raymond and Emmajean's daughter knew how to make one feel extremely special, cared for, and valued. And not to forget, shop with passion.

And for the next hour or so, and unbeknownst to the clueless Sheriff himself, Lance's unawares new print ad model which all will be made possible due to a multiple combinations of those extremely satisfied looks Michonne gave him with each outfit tried on, along with a persistent Menswear Designer's tenacity this time would do him in quite righteously causing the man of the law to relent when asked a second time, and only because he felt it would make his and Carl's Miss Rènald very pleased if he did.

(And the whole time the boy gave no reaction to any of it.)

Then afterwards Sheriff Grimes on the verge of second guessing himself over that now surprising "Yes" walked a mighty pleased Lance Amondè to the door after he'd said his goodbyes to his girl M; leaving an extremely happy man with a great deal less of his wares than when he first came, and with the generous help of some of the condo staff removed the rest downstairs without any problem to his truck. And Lance on pins and needles headed straight home, because he couldn't wait to tell his wife Estella about his new find. A plain old phone call just wouldn't do.

Then an amused Sheriff on his way back to what was increasingly becoming his-her with Carl just had to snicker at the realization of having been blindsided by a beautiful smile and a fashion gnat bent on having his way along with him acquiring a whole new wardrobe, and the acquisition of a brand new part-time job which also includes his boy joining him too. Because both father and son were now going to be print ad models for a happy as a clam at high tide, pleased as Punch Lance Amondè.

And when the lawman joined the beauty and his son in the cozy living room soon came to terms with the fact that his acceptance of the job hadn't been a mistake at all be an asset. He'd be spending more time with Carl and in Atlanta too. Then as he took a seat also realized that he was in what had become his favorite place and spot; sitting right there on the couch down from where his two most favorite people in the whole wide world were. And with a glint in his eyes and mischievous smile to match, remarked.

"Boy, and I thought that my mother, her church circle, and Lori could shop but I was duly mistaken, because you Miss Rènald has got them all beat!" said the man relaxing comfortably as he sat in a comfortable state from Michonne and their notably quiet and quite still boy.

"Moi?" said the young woman as she flashed him yet another one of her beautiful contagious and addictive smiles studiously looking back at the man while still lightly brushing her Handsome's falling hair back from his forehead. "It wasn't my money now was it? Annd Lance did say that it was on the house, now didn't he?"

"Yes...yes he did," the Sheriff replied back with a grand smile of his own that seems to be almost always plastered on his face lately, especially those time that he's anywhere near the lovely female and then thought as he chuckled to himself, No matter how independent a woman is, she still has no qualms about spending a man's money, or being the cause of any sizeable dent lefted in that wallet of his when she's done.

Then he and she both for what felted like a very very long time looked at the other al-most unashamed, and that was cut short when they both heard...

"Dad."

It was their little guy's tiny voice calling him.

"Yes son," his father answered back lovingly as he reluctantly slid his eyes off from her and then down onto him.

But before the child would respond outright and completely, he hesitated.

"Ah..ah...Dad. Do, do you think Mommm haaates me now?" said the distressed child and then became quiet once more after having lefted that unexpected perplexing question hanging high up in the air sopping wet with his pain. And both adults were not only shocked to hear what their boy had just said, but heartbroken too because he did; leaving the two desperately wanting to know exactly why Carl would think such an incredulous thing as his mother hating him! And asked his dad did over and over again, but to no avail no mattered what was said, or how it was phrased the child just shook his head in the negative with eyes closed shut tight as it rested there on a now very concerned Michonne Rènald's lap with his father's voice heard in the background but now raised deep and prevalent with concern as he implored his boy to look at him. But the heart sick kid wouldn't, but continued with the shaking of his head with an even stronger NO. And that caused Michonne to gently stroked her Handsome's troubled brow more soothingly.

"Carl please obey and talk to me now!" Sheriff Grimes strongly requested of his child this time. "Son if you don't tell us what's wrong then we can't help you!" And once again Carl shook his head, but this time none the less did as his dad asked and obeyed.

"I can't Dad," said the tiny voice coming from out of a broken spirit child slowly opening his hurt filled eyes as he looked down at his father with tears forming in the blue.

"I...I can't Dad. It's, it's because-if I do you will be mad, and hate me too!"

And a lull of painful silence immediately hung heavy amidst all three-father, son, and their her. Then the child did something so unexpected to both; suddenly he jumps up from the young woman's lap, scurried down to his parent and began to beg.

"I'll be good Dad. Dad...Dad please don't make me go back. I promise I'll be good!" said a now weeping uncontrollably Carl who was also now holding his father firmly around the waist with his small face pressed up close against the man's side as he held on tight to him as if for dear life, and begged profusely some more, "Pleaseeeee Daddy, please!"

And Rick Grimes looking down at his boy was unable to answer his child right away bit down hard on his jaw, trying real hard to control the rather intense uneasiness and anger felt at seeing his special boy in such distress, and the almost panicky father wanted to know exactly what had his child acting in such a frightening manner? Then the dad quickly glanced over at an equally troubled Miss Rènald, and not to his astonishment knew that both were possessing the same fixed worried look as the sudden disquietude of the unknown gripped each hard. What had happened, and what were they going to do about it!

Then Sheriff Gri!mes with a great deal of love and care wrapped his strong arms around his son too, and pulled Carl in closer right up onto his lap; holding his boy there just as firmly as the child had been holding onto him, and with all the love that the man possessed for his child was trying so very hard while doing so to reassure the two of them both during which all kinds of menacing images coursed through the father's mind as to what factors could be causing his son to act so out of character. All had the Peace Officer fighting the visualization of an ex-friend's face as it silently lurked in the background of his mind. And all all the while clouding his boy's dad rational thinking that it is against the law to kill.

The Sheriff knew that something was terribly wrong, and also knew that it was going to take the lawman that's inside to calm down the dad he's always first in order to find out justly what or who has caused his boy to be in such agony. Because Rick Grimes, Carl's protector from day one even before he was ever born knew that the very last time that the child had called him Daddy Carl was five years old and the whole family was going through a Hellish nightmare of a time. The little guy and his mother were leaving their home for good, and right before they left begged his dad much like he's doing right now if he could just stay there at home with him instead of going away with Lori; promising the Sheriff full of tears he'd be good.

And that long ago pushed way down memory of pain broke Rick Grimes heart all back over, because he's failed his boy again.

"Son...son," began the almost wrecked man, trying hard to pull off a calm that was no were near that of the truth. "Why in the world would you think or say such a thing as that about Mom and me! Don't you know that we both love you no matter what! More than anythang, even life itself! And that is in this whole wide world, or any other one that might come along."

And his Carl didn't utter a word, he just sat there and held his dad even tighter.

And the puppies now awake and still laying in front of the fire having sensed the child's distress lifted up their heads in unison, looked his way and whined; knowing that there was something going on with their other boy that wasn't right and that they didn't like, while a quite trouble Michonne still sitting at the other end of the couch sat there quietly in silence, feeling the very exact same sentiment towards the boy as his dad does. She too loves him dearly and just knew whatever it was causing her child's sorrow had to be rooted in some kind of unnecessary cruel dishonest deciet. Whatever else could causes so much grief? And her not even knowing had guessed correctly, it was unnecessary, and all due to an unnecessary act of betrayal along with some very ugly duplicity going on. The hurtful doings responsible for both father and son's now torment was cutting her deep. And at witnessing her boy's suffering tried with her whole heart not to cry.

Obviously for Michonne, Handsome in a very short span of time (four days to be exact) had truly become hers. A precious sweet little clear-cut and important component of her life now just like her Munchie; one in which the young woman would never ever feel completely whole again if he was no longer there to be a part of it. And that was also quickly becoming so of his dad too, but subconsciously a truth which Michonne is nowhere near ready to accept though some of her actions may say otherwise.

And Sheriff Grimes sensing something else off looked over questioningly towards the young woman again, whom from day one he has been drawn to. Noticed and saw something more; her tear fell, and with him knowing but not having truly realized when he did that their Miss Rènald was in the middle of the hurt too! With Her experiencing the same grief, saddness, and mental pain just as much as him and Carl were. Then the lawman with a free hand gently lifted up his tearful child's chin and said. "Carl...son, don't you know that that's the truth about all of us by now, Miss Rènald included! We all love you no matter the circumstances." And the child hesitating not once nodded yes to his dad as he unraveled a small arm from around the man, and without looking stretched it out behind him towards Michonne; inviting her to come closer which their love did with no hesitancy of her own. Quickly and without delay closed the gap between the three in one big graceful move; never once taking eyes off of them, nor said a word as she with great care when once there lovingly bent over and placed a lingering love filled kiss on top of her sweet Bundle's towhead.

And with their boy situated snug and close between the two loving adults the Sheriff tenderly hugged him a little tighter once more as he spoke. "Now Carl," he said tentatively, and so sorely afraid of what the answer might really be, but as his boy's dad was going to ask anyway because he needed to know what was causing his child's distress. He also knew that with Miss Rènald near he could handle whatever it was that needed to be dealt with. "Now tell us what's bothering you son, has anyone done anything to hurt you, or put their hands on you in a way that you don't, or didn't like? Has Shane? Has he done anythang to you, or to your mother?"

And their boy now mentally tired slowly obeyed.

"No...no it's nothing like that Dad. No one has done anything to me," the child began.

"Then what is it that has you so upset son. Please tell us," his dad coaxed.

"It's me, it's all because I ran away," Carl cried with a guttural sob as the flood gates of the matter flushed wide open. "I wanted to be with you Daddy, we already missed last Thanksgiving and had only a little time together for Christmas. I didn't know if we would ever be able to do it again. I just wanted to ask Mom a question, she and Shane were in the other room. They were talking...I promise Dad I didn't eavesdrop," the exhausted child shook his head vigorously. "I just wanted to see if I could say goodnight to you, Mom wouldn't let me call before we left home," he then looked up timidly at his dad.

"I believe you son, jus...just tell the truth and everything will be alright," said his dad through tightened jawls and what felt like the start of a headache on its long slog towards squattership in his head.

And the mentally worn out child seemed to relax with his father's acceptance of him being truthful, but that was just an illisuion; a whole different story than what was really going on inside of him. One where the seven year two month old was fighting a terrible beast of dread, panic, and fright, and had been every since the night he heard the two adults talking. And Michonne sensing his turmoil gently ran her hand up and down his exposed left forearm with a soothing tender touch. A connection so full of love it could do nothing less than help her Handsome continue on a little braver which he did.

"Mom and Shane got married Dad. That's why we were at the hotel, why I was lefted at the playroom and why I left. You and me won't be able to see each other again, or spend anymore holidays together because we're moving and leaving town. Shane and Mom are taking me away from home, and from you Dad! That's why I wanted to spend Thanksgiving with you Daddy. Daddy please don't make me go back," Carl said in one big coherent gush of unwelcome information which he wailed out inconsolable. "Pleaseeeee Daddy, please, let me stay with you. Pleaseee!"

And Rick Grimes's headache now a full fledged resident brought along company; a whole lot of some more anger which not only affected his sight (he got to where he couldn't see straight) but hearing and extremities too. The man's ears were ringing, and the soles of his feet went numb.

How dare they, are those two that stupid! Did Shane Walsh really think that I'd ever allow them to get away with taking my boy away from me permanently! He has Lori, that's more than enough and it stops here and now! thought the irate and insensed father who was seeing red, and the embossed imaginary pattern of a bulls-eye washed in the same color all over Shane's body!

And Michonne sensing that anger placed her hand right on his shoulder to give the man some comfort, but doubted that it did by the unmasked edge in his voice when he asked her Handsome if he knew where they were moving too.

"Daddy I can't," the boy said timidly!

"And why can't you Carl," his father said tired with his frustration showing through.

"You...you're already mad at me, and if I do say you're get more madder, because I'll have to say an inappropriate word, and it will be about a lady Dad!"

And Sheriff Grimes pinched the bridge of his nose just for some relief thinking, Now how many times must I tell this boy that I am not mad-well not at him anyway! And just why won't my son believe me of that! Did I not just tell him to trust, and tell the truth? But the heart broken man knew exactly why his son didn't feel that he could really trust Dad. It was all because Dad really didn't fight for him from the start, and that bit of truth made Rick Grimes want to cry. By not putting up a fight; a real good one with no holds barred with Lori, and that was only in order to protect his boy now has Carl thinking him untrustworthy.

And Michonne knowing that both father and son were close to having met their limit took over with loving care and lightly tapped their boy on the shoulders to get his attention, which in turned caused his dad to turn Carl around so that he and Michonne were facing face to face.

"Handsome I know that this whole situation is hard and difficult for you Buddy, but if you don't tell everything then everything will be just that much more harder and more difficult to fix in the end. So talk to Dad and tell him what he asked. Ok Baby, because, you Handsome are waaay too much loved by all that counts, and that goes double for all of us here in this room with you now to ever allow yourself to ever believe, think, or feel that you are hated by any one of us. Because that my Heart is never going to happen ever!

"And as far as someone being mad at or even angry with you, well I can't promise that that won't happen, because we all get that way once in a while towards people we love or don't, because my dear heart that's truly a part of life. Even you my joy get and has gotten mad at folks, but love and respect always tampers it down, and ours for you my Love is an insurmountable amount. Do you understand me?" Michonne said lovingly as she swiped hair back from the child's tear stained face so that he could see her eyes clearly. And when he did look her way she lovingly prods, "Now tell your father what is wrong my Handsome. Ok sweet love! Because you our boy no matter what is stuck with all of us yes-Dad?"

"Yes that's right Miss Rènald," his relieved parent now feeling a whole lot better and with a wide smile, proclaimed again a third time, "No matter what!" And then hugged his son tight some more, and that tender moment of love between the two drew the child in closer; making their boy feel safe and in turn loosened his tongue completely.

"Shane told Mom that he bought us a house and that this lady name Ida who's a ho is going to be living with us because she fell," said Carl just waiting to be reprimanded for his use of that word ho! But it never came just his father saying...

"Do you know where the house is, or the lady's last name Son?"

"I don't know where the house is, but I believe that the lady's last name is West or Dakota Dad."

And Rick Grimes got an-gri-er by the second, really glad that Lori and Shane weren't anywhere in his immediate vicinity. It would be so sad, and such a shame having to spend Christmas, and the New Year locked up in jail!

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Michonne up high in her 30th floor condo unit with her mind filled full of the events from earlier once again found herself looking out at the unremitting and surprisingly heavy snow fall while she slowly pondered them, and all that her Handsome had said with the glow of the embers from the burnt out fire as company and a backdrop of the darkened living room. Sheriff Grimes, her Handsome, and the pups had turned in long ago.

Their poor boy spent wanted to go to bed early but not by himself, especially after his dad informed him of his mom and the new husband's visit tomorrow. And with that bit of information taking the kid by surprise, took her and the Sheriff over thirty minutes afterwards to calm the child back down along with Michonne's personal promise to fight hard no matter what so that he won't have to go back with them ever! And the heart-rendering look of sadness that that request produced on the Sheriff's face did nothing but near break her, because his son didn't asked him to do the same too! Now unable to sleep and hungry on top of that, the young woman was there stuck in place with her mind lefted to mull as she stood near the banks of windows snow gazing.

She tried more than once calling Andrea to share the new information that they'd learned, and also just to talk. Michonne had really needed her friend/big sister, but the absent woman's phone went straight to voicemail, so she just told her all by way of that. And then when just about to go to the kitchen to fix her and Munchie something big to devour was waylaid by the beautiful scenery outside which was hard for her to walk away from since she really does love the snow and the watching of it fall as well as that helped her think.

And oh how it also reminded Michonne of her parents and all the times that they spent together as a family on ski trips all over the States and in Europe. Even in New Zealand and Japan with her aunts and uncles, Andrea and her family too! And missing both her parents terribly-whispered out to herself Mommy...Daddy. Then surprisingly upon hearing that now familiar southern drawl that not only brought her out of her brief head funk, and secretly gives her the shivers smiled.

"And why aren't you asleep young lady," the supposedly supposed to be asleep himself Sheriff said, and who's mischievous tone didn't quite make it to his beautiful eyes.

"Well-sir," Michonne began. "J-ust may-be I was waiting to see if perchance someone else couldn't sleep either and was also hungry, then we could go into the kitchen and make us a couple of pupu platters made of Thanksgiving leftovers and desert too! And then while getting our eat on come up with a strategy to prevent your ex-wife and her new hubby from taking your son and my Handsome away from us to Kodda Falls, Idaho to live in that new house of theirs," said a rather please Michonne as she looked straight ahead at the reflection of the astonished Sheriff standing there kinda too close behind a girl, who'd after some slight brain twisting while standing there had put her Handsome's nonsensical information about a lady name Ida, who's a ho and fell, and last name was either West or Dakota together to make plausible sense. Besides she's skied there in Kodda Falls, Idaho more than a few times and Handsome would love it there as a trip only!

And the Sheriff stunned but not surprised mouthed, "How!"

And Miss Ever So Smarty Pants beamed while still looking at his reflection said, "Remember what you said about me in the park? Well I am just good like that! And don't ever forget that either!"