Provide-
Veruca has always been allowed the fantastic, the epic, the over-the top cream-of-the-crop of life. She has fifty six horses, ten dogs, eleven cats, thirteen tanks full of foreign fish, thirty rabbits, a komodo dragon and two monkeys. She had her father buy an entire carnival for her last birthday, and they performed for 24 straight hours. Veruca cut her 350 pound cake in the center ring, surrounded by acrobats and performing elephants. She fell asleep at 4 in the morning, just the two of them alone in the stands while the equestrian acts performed, her head lolling onto Violet's shoulder, her mink coat, which she wore despite the sweltering heat, tickling her nose.
Violet wonders if she's epic enough for Vercua.
She wonders if she can live up to the fantastic marble-coated mansions and the endless supply of giving available to Veruca. She sweeps her periwinkle-tinted hair into a ponytail as she jogs up and down her street, eying the faint trace of a sunrise beginning to leak over the grayness.
"What can I give you?" She sighs, looking back as Veruca, who struggles down the street in her designer bubble-gum pink sweatsuit. She paused, and Veruca managed to catch up, panting.
"We'll stop now." She demanded.
"No, we'll keep going. At least until seven." Violet jogged in place, not wishing to looser her stride. Veruca frowned at her. After a moment, Veruca spoke up.
"You give me enough already." Violet laughed.
"Like what?"
"You said 'no' didn't you?" The sunlight crawled like a dying man up the horizon. They continued their trek across the pavement.