As the little train started again, Little Clementine was overjoyed, grinning widely and showing her bright, baby teeth.
Sylvan Cheney held her tightly, afraid she would fall.
"Car... car..." she mumbled indistinctly.
Jasmine Yale did not look at Sylvan Cheney, just silently watched the people coming and going in the mall.
Little Clementine was especially obedient, noticing Jasmine Yale hadn't played with her, she placed her little hand on Jasmine's hand.
The warm little hand had warmth, making Jasmine's heart tremble, and she turned to look at Little Clementine.
Little Clementine was looking at her with clean, bright eyes, softening Jasmine's heart.
The little train ran forward, woooo woooo...
After a long while, Jasmine Yale finally spoke, glancing at Sylvan Cheney from the corner of her eye, her voice calm: "Sylvan Cheney, what do you take me for?"
"Is there any need to ask this question?"
"There's no need, but I want to know."
"Well... probably an ex?"
