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“Do you want to come to dinner?” / followed by joke about abigail's cooking from john, for sadie (epilogue feels innit <3)
“ me ? ” abigail asked, pitched heightened in surprise at the question, while she simultaneously swatted at john for his very much UNWANTED remark. she didn’t think she’d ever been asked out to dinner before—and john was anything but the romantic type, typically only giving into her demands after she’d badgered him to death. and she didn’t like having to be that way, but the man never seemed to want to do things until she lit a fire under his ass and gave him no other options—he was too stubborn for his own good. but most of all, he was unromantic and never wined and dined her—not that she thought that’s what sadie was planning on doing, of course. it did her no favors to be presumptuous.
besides, it would be nice to have a night where her boys could fend for themselves. maybe a girls’ night was just what she needed. and maybe her night away would make john realize just how blessed he was to have a wife who cooked him anything at all !
“ well, ” abigial said, finally, bright smile on her lips, “ if you don’t think it’d be too much trouble… why, yes, i would love to join you for dinner, sadie, thank you. ”
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“Hey, you did nothing wrong…” / for miss mary beth, from sadie <3
she knows that she didn’t, but it didn’t make the guilt subside. it hadn’t been her fault that kieran had gotten taken, tortured, and then put on display for all to see, but she couldn’t quiet the voice in her head that blamed herself, anyway. she could’ve done something and maybe it all could’ve been different. she knew that thinking about ‘what-ifs’ wasn't going to change anything, but she couldn’t just turn her brain off from them.
hearing sadie’s words of reassurance and sympathy brought mary-beth out of her thoughts. she’d been keeping to herself, not too keen on allowing others to see her grieving the loss of a man who had hardly been liked by the group as it was. she didn’t like the attention that could be brought to her from her grief, either, but it seemed as though sadie had caught her and her red-rimmed eyes gave her away.
taking quick swipes at her puffy cheeks with the backs of her hands, mary-beth let out a slightly shaky sigh. she couldn’t bring herself to meet sadie’s gaze, instead, training her eyes on the grass at her feet as she murmured, “ i know, i just… keep thinkin’ there was somethin’ i coulda done—i dunno… ”
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∗ 91﹕ sender holds receiver as they cry . / for abigail <3
abigail had always been the type to cry when she got angry over something, and eventually that anger would subside into sadness. since joining the gang, she’d had her ups and downs but nothing compared to the sudden disappearance of her child. she’d always known that the group had been none too thrilled to discover she’d fallen pregnant—and she’d heard all the scoffs and remarks about who jack’s father had been, having to bite her tongue more often than not as so not to give anyone the satisfaction of getting under her skin. she knew john refused to take accountability for his part in things, but she knew that jack was his—and he had better do all that he could to get their son back or so help him, jesus—
abigail couldn’t stop from flinching as she felt a soft hand grab her shoulder and prompt her to turn around. lifting her head from her hands, she turned to find sadie looking at her with sympathetic eyes and that was all it took for another choked sob to roll out of her as she easily collapsed into sadie’s arms.
it had been the first time in a long time that abigail had been shown some sort of kindness from someone in the camp and she wouldn’t forget it.
∗ 26﹕ sender lights receiver’s cigarette / for miss mary-beth!
it wasn’t often that mary-beth got angry—annoyed, sure. stressed, of course—but sometimes she had bad days; days where nothing seemed to go right and she could almost find it in herself to throw someone in the bayou and let the gators have their way with them. it was a gruesome thought for sure, but that’s how their lives were, anyway. she’d learned from a very young age that there were no such things as fairy tales, and the people in camp were keen to constantly remind her of it.
she hadn’t heard sadie come up, starting only slightly when the woman’s raspy voice reached her ears. her eyes, once trained on sadie’s face, quickly shot down the offered cigarette, taking it and murmuring out a ‘thanks’ when sadie lit it and mary-beth had taken a drag.
her eyes wandered back out to the mossy, smoggy, greenery as they both stood on the outskirts of their camp, but not too far off to be snuck up on by snakes or alligators.
she took another drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke in silence, and letting it linger for a few moments before she decided to break the silence.
“ whaddya reckon grimshaw’s chances of survival would be if we threw her in the swamp ? ”
❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ / for poor carys omg <3
sadie’s words shot an immediate spike of adrenaline down carys’ spine. she could feel the anxiety wash over her, mouth clamping shut for only a few moments as her mind raced a mile a minute. it wasn’t unheard of for carys to talk more than she really should, so why would now be any different ? she just knew that she needed to at least try to rectify the situation.
“ oh, um— ” she floundered, before pausing to collect herself. “ i’m—i’m sorry; am i talking too much ? i don’t mean to, really, i just— ” she barely managed to bite back going on a ramble about her mother. sadie definitely did NOT want to hear about that.
“ i’m sorry, ” she apologized again. “ we can just drink in silence. ” and by ‘drink’ she really meant sit there at the bar while sadie drank and carys nursed a beer, trying not to appear too repulsed at the taste.
❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜ / for abigail! <3
abigail knows she can; of course she can. sadie is her friend; someone she bonded with rather quickly after she’d joined the group, despite the circumstances. it wasn’t that abigail didn’t get along with the other girls, too, but three of them seemed to stick together, molly didn’t seem to much interact with anyone besides dutch, and grimshaw always had something nasty to say, so she tended to avoid her if she could help it. but sadie was different. sadie didn’t take shit from anyone; she spoke her mind, and abigail could appreciate that.
maybe sadie could give her some advice—as much as abigail assumed the topic of ‘marriage’ still might be a bit of a sore subject.
“ can i ask you somethin’ ? ” she asked, finally, and when sadie didn’t say ‘no’, she continued. “ i’ve been around lotsa men, none too bright at that, but none quite like…john. ”
john always confused her. he’d been so kind to her at one point, but then he’d left and when he came back, he preferred to pretend like he didn’t like her at all and that they didn’t have a son together.
“ my point bein’, ” abigail continued, “ that i don’t know what to do with him. he don’t want nothin’ to do with me or the boy, but i feel like i’m stuck here, anyway. i feel like him bein’ made to marry me just made him resent us more, but i ain’t sure what other choices i have. ”
after a brief pause, abigail’s gaze moved to meet sadie’s and she asked, “ what would you do in my position ? ”