Post by Nolan Salvatori on Aug 2, 2021 3:44:21 GMT
NOLAN:
A lot of people knew, but a lot of people also forgot that Daneris Salvatori was a single mother, raising two kids on her own after her husband had left five years ago. And being a single mother was hard work, especially when you had to make a living. Not that the Salvatori’s struggled for money either... But Dane had her dance studio to run which took a lot of her time.
And, being the good son he was, Nolan helped out. He’d ridden his bike down to the grocery store that evening, intent on picking up a few things for Norah’s Mini Adventure Scout bake sale. The two of them had plans to not only bake a dozen chocolate double fudge cookies but cupcakes as well. Nolan was no Corinne Foster, so that meant boxed everything with some secret ingredient magic.
He was minus his four-legged sidekick that evening, as Nolan didn’t like leaving Norah by herself home alone. Granted, she was a pretty responsible 11-year-old, but it made him feel better. Besides that, he’d need the crate Pickles usually rode in for the baking supplies.
Dismounting his bike, he locked it up and changed out his helmet for his worn blue ball cap. Turning it around so it was backward as he walked into the grocery store. Like most things in Xander’s Cross, it was small but had the necessities, and there was a pep in his step as he got the cart and started pushing it towards the baking section. He placed one leg on the lower railing and used his other to push him, and when he got enough momentum, he lifted that leg up as well. Keeping both arms straight, as he leaned up on the cart, he coasted down the main aisle, whistling as he went.
KIT:
Tomorrow was movie night. Her mother wanted the family to do "family things" more often, so renting a movie once a week was one of those activities that they did together. Kit felt like Mom was trying too hard (honestly, both her parents were), because there was still that nagging voice at the back of her mind telling her that this wasn't going to last. They weren't a normal family. She was old enough to realize that something was certainly going on, something she wasn't being told, and any time she brought it up or tried to ask, Mom or Dad would derail the conversation.
Still, she promised she would pick up some popcorn on the way home. So, on her stroll back from the bakery, she stopped in the grocery store. Her father told her to call when she was ready to be picked up, and she likely could have asked him to drive her to the store, but Kit didn't mind the walk. Honestly, she liked being outdoors as often as she possibly could be. What she hated was wandering around the food store with no idea where anything was.
Aimlessly, she walked down the main aisle, every so often turning down to another, tilting her head back to read the signs. Wouldn't it be by chips and all those kinds of snacks? Kit let out a sigh, missing the store from home where she knew everything by heart, and it was as she was stepping out one of bread aisles, she immediately had to stop. She hadn't looked before she walked out and someone nearly barreled her over with a cart. "Oh gosh!"
Not just anyone, though. "Nolan?
A lot of people knew, but a lot of people also forgot that Daneris Salvatori was a single mother, raising two kids on her own after her husband had left five years ago. And being a single mother was hard work, especially when you had to make a living. Not that the Salvatori’s struggled for money either... But Dane had her dance studio to run which took a lot of her time.
And, being the good son he was, Nolan helped out. He’d ridden his bike down to the grocery store that evening, intent on picking up a few things for Norah’s Mini Adventure Scout bake sale. The two of them had plans to not only bake a dozen chocolate double fudge cookies but cupcakes as well. Nolan was no Corinne Foster, so that meant boxed everything with some secret ingredient magic.
He was minus his four-legged sidekick that evening, as Nolan didn’t like leaving Norah by herself home alone. Granted, she was a pretty responsible 11-year-old, but it made him feel better. Besides that, he’d need the crate Pickles usually rode in for the baking supplies.
Dismounting his bike, he locked it up and changed out his helmet for his worn blue ball cap. Turning it around so it was backward as he walked into the grocery store. Like most things in Xander’s Cross, it was small but had the necessities, and there was a pep in his step as he got the cart and started pushing it towards the baking section. He placed one leg on the lower railing and used his other to push him, and when he got enough momentum, he lifted that leg up as well. Keeping both arms straight, as he leaned up on the cart, he coasted down the main aisle, whistling as he went.
KIT:
Tomorrow was movie night. Her mother wanted the family to do "family things" more often, so renting a movie once a week was one of those activities that they did together. Kit felt like Mom was trying too hard (honestly, both her parents were), because there was still that nagging voice at the back of her mind telling her that this wasn't going to last. They weren't a normal family. She was old enough to realize that something was certainly going on, something she wasn't being told, and any time she brought it up or tried to ask, Mom or Dad would derail the conversation.
Still, she promised she would pick up some popcorn on the way home. So, on her stroll back from the bakery, she stopped in the grocery store. Her father told her to call when she was ready to be picked up, and she likely could have asked him to drive her to the store, but Kit didn't mind the walk. Honestly, she liked being outdoors as often as she possibly could be. What she hated was wandering around the food store with no idea where anything was.
Aimlessly, she walked down the main aisle, every so often turning down to another, tilting her head back to read the signs. Wouldn't it be by chips and all those kinds of snacks? Kit let out a sigh, missing the store from home where she knew everything by heart, and it was as she was stepping out one of bread aisles, she immediately had to stop. She hadn't looked before she walked out and someone nearly barreled her over with a cart. "Oh gosh!"
Not just anyone, though. "Nolan?
