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"He adores her, always has"
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9 year old Y/n Kathleen Lane sat with 10 year old Debbie Gallagher, her best friend for as long as she could remember.
They were in Debbie's room over at the Gallagher house, counting coins that they had scavenged for earlier on the Chicago City bus.
"I have about eleven dollars and fifty five cents." Y/n said pushing the pile of coins towards Debbie with two hands. They sat in the floor opposite each other with the coins in the middle of them.
"I have an about thirteen dollars and 70 cents." Debbie said as she finished counting too. "Is that enough for you to get groceries?"
"Perhaps, but you take some too." Y/n nodded. "We worked together."
"Next time we should pretend we're homeless orphans." Debbie came up with the genius idea and y/n giggled and nodded eagerly.
Y/n heard movement from the hallway and moved to peak her head around where she saw Carl, Debbie's brother and y/n's other best friend, walking the hallway with a stray cat in one hand and a blow torch in the other.
"Carl, no!" Y/n yelled and scrambled off the ground and into the hallway.
Carl turned around and sighed as if his whole day had just been ruined.
"Well, why not?" He asked, huffing.
"The cat didn't do anything, go put it back." Y/n demanded, crossing her arms giving her friend a very unhappy look.
"Will you come with me?" Carl asked and y/n nodded.
"Debbie I'm just going to return this cat with Carl." Y/n called to Debbie who she heard yell back and "Okay!" Before her and Carl walked down the stairs.
"Give me the cat." Y/n said and took the poor cat away from Carl's grip.
She walked in front of him, giving Carl a view of the back of her head. He grinned at the sight of her, he admired y/n greatly and if anyone else told him to return the cat he wouldn't have, but what y/n said goes. Well, for Carl anyway.
They got down the stairs, in the kitchen where Fiona stood with a man y/n didn't recognise and they looked to be having some sort of disagreement as Fiona had her eyebrows knitted together angrily, but her look fell when the two 9 year olds entered the room.
