 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Rachel was tempted to do the stance that she had adopted specifically for Haddie- the hands on the hips thing. But she held herself back. She had a more pressing issue, one that was bothering her immensely despite her trying to discard it at the back of her mind. "Something is not right with you. Why don't you tell me, Haddie? I thought we shared everything.'' For the first time in a very long time, she was starting to feel... annoyed. She hated that Haddie was hiding something from her.
Despite her feeling, Rachel could not help but smile at the wonderful scene before her. "Asher isn't afraid of him. See, Haddie! Even Barkley isn't afraid of Asher.'' The girl clapped her hand in happiness as her dog turned this way and that trying to see the ferret better while at the same time occasionally jumping up to lick Haddie's face. Rachel retrieved Barkley's ball which happened to be peeking out from between the branches of a mundane flowering plant. It was a blue rubber one which she handed to Haddie. "If he gets tired of licking your face, you can play catch with him while you and I talk.'' She was determined to wheedle everything out of her friend. |