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This is a really short one again but this incident will come up later in "Crooked Rain". I'm not putting these out in any particular order as long and when this takes place Grace is about ten years old.

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Mr. Winkles

They were in the middle of a run and had taken a break when he took a look on his phone and saw that Grace had called. She rarely called him when he was on runs anymore. She used to call about pretty much fucking anything from informing him about a butterfly she'd seen to a comet striking. He had told her to try to only call him about things on the more urgent part of the scale so this was probably something important. He called her up.

"Daaaad!" She was crying.

His heart stopped for a second. "What's wrong?"

She could hardly speak she was crying so hard. "I-i-i-it's M-M-Mr. Winkles!"

Fuck! The damn fish. It better not have died on her. "What's wrong with him, honey?"

"He was on his back, belly up, all deeeaaaad!" Grace whaled between deep sobs.

"Sweetie, he was really old. Fishes die and four years is quite impressive for a fish." Happy tried but he hated when she cried. "You took real good care of him honey."

"But he's dead now!"

Happy couldn't handle when she cried. It broke his fucking heart, probably because she hardly ever did. And like this, when he as on a run and she cried on the phone made it even worse. He didn't know what to do. Stupid fucking fish! Couldn't it have waited one more fucking day to give in?

"Honey. We'll bury it when I come home. In the garden." He couldn't help notice the other guys amused faces. Fucking assholes! But it seemed to calm her down a little bit.

"With flowers." She was still sobbing slightly.

"Sure. We'll do that." He'd buy that silly fish a fucking headstone if it made her feel any better. "He'd like that."

"I really really loved him."

"I know you did, Sugar." He was pinching his nose. If only she could stop sobbing.

"Can you ask the others to come as well?" She sniveled.

Oh, fucking awesome, he was going to have to ask them to go to a funeral! For a fish!

"Absolutely."

"I love you, dad."

"Love you too, Sugar." The other's were still standing around him with smug faces. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He hung up and looked up at them.

"What was that about?" Jax asked

"Mr. Winkles died." He put the phone into his pocked. "So we're all going to his fucking funeral tomorrow."

"She's burying the fish?" Opie looked stunned "I mean.. it's a fish."

"What the fuck was I supposed to say? Flush the stupid thing down the toilet?" He stared at them, dared them to fucking tease him about this.

They were stood silently for a while and then the giggles started to spread. Happy wanted to shoot them all. Fucking assholes. But none of them were laughing out loud.

"Think she'll let me be one of the pallbearers?" Tig finally said while trying to contain his laughter. It worked, for about two seconds and then he exploded into laughter.

It took the others about three more seconds before they started to laugh as well.

"Fucking hell!" He yelled. "Can't you just do this for her? She was really upset."

"We'll be there," Bobby said while drying his cheeks.

-o0o-

They all showed up. Properly dressed and stood around and watched Grace bury Mr. Winkles in the garden. She cried a bit and then they ate the brownies that Bobby had made for her. They all behaved and no-one laughed but he kept finding plastic fishes taped to his bike for months after that.