Shameless / Sandor Clegane

7. I Like Them Tall

"The nose is the most commonly broken bone in boys between the ages of 13 and 25."

"Yeah, that's, that's fascinating, but who's the old dude?" Lip questioned as Vee cleaned him up.

"It's not a dude. It's your Aunt Ginger." Frank corrected.

"Oh, the one who owns the house?" Lip questioned.

"That's right. Ginger! Say hello to your nephew!" Frank shouted.

"Dad, stop." Fiona spat.

"Why-Why's he trying to pass off Mr. Perry as Aunt Ginger?"

"Who?"

"Mr. Perry, my old bus driver." Lip asked. "Now he sleeps by the Dumpster over at the A&P."

"Social Security wants to talk to Ginger, and he was too lazy to go get the real one." Davina informed them.

"That's kind of retardedly brilliant." Lip admitted.

"Thank you." Frank agreed lifting a beer to Lip.

"Or brilliantly retarded." Davina murmured.

"Now we have to drive all night to go get her." Fiona remarked. "Think Kev'll let us borrow his car?"

"No." Veronica corrected without hesitation.

"I'll call and beg." Fiona decided.

"He likes me better. I will call." Davina corrected reaching for the phone.

"We got these from Imelda over at the Holiday Inn." Debbie remarked putting down hairdryers. "It'll be a good way to stay warm." they still needed enough money to turn the heat back on.  "Why's Mr. Perry here?"

"Hey, Kev, it's me your favorite Gallaher." Davina purred into the phone. "Hey, hi sweetie, why would you think I want something?... yeah okay, can I borrow your car just for the night?" Davina begged. "I will be super duper careful!" Davina added.

"YOur new boy toy would give you a ride." Lip offered.

"You won't need the car." Frank murmured.

"Sandor would." Davina agreed. "Never mind, see I told you I didnt need anything, bye!"

"How are we gonna get Ginger?" Fiona questioned.

"She's dead." Frank admitted.

"What?"

"Who's dead?" Debbie questioned.

"Aunt Ginger." Davina answered.

"No!" Debbie shouted covering her face with her hands.

"Debs, you never met her." Lip reminded her as she started to have a panic attack.

"And now I never will!" Debbie shouted. Davina ran a hand over her back trying to calm her down.

"Don't give me a hard time. I've been very upset about this." Frank declared as the twins glared back at him. "I'm in mourning."

"When did she die?"

"Mmm, 12 years ago."

"Shit," Sandor declared.

"Tell me about it." Davina agreed. "Fi, Debs and Vee are going to try and find a replacement aunt ginger."

"Shit you can do that?" Sandor questioned.

"Not really... but...'' Davina shrugged. Davina stared out her window smiling back at sandor as he got ready. "You get a new job?"

"No I'm all dressed up to see you." Sandor corrected.

"Dont dress up for me, under dress for me." Davina assured. "Your window has the perfect view into my room." Davina remarked leaning out the window.