Emmett
"I--Mmm." He folded his arms, begrudgingly accepting Phoebe's help. It was hard sometimes to see through his pride. His family had never needed help before, but they hadn't been one young man, two toddlers and a half-ruined farm back then either. "I'll work out a routine. Maybe bring 'em up here a couple days a week...thanks, Bee."She got it right on the mark when she called him one of the angry gossipy folks, though Emmett had done considerably more than just gossip. He had taken his issues right to Zariah's doorstep.
Her arms around him and her loving manner did help to calm him a little bit. Huffing air through his nose and mouth, he shook his head. "It's...different, though, if you've always had one. This is just someone decidin' they're leadin' us. Tha' isn' how it should work. It should be someone we all know and respect...I jus'...mmm." He shook his head.
"I don' like it, Bee. I got a feelin' this is leadin' to somethin' bad."
All you broken boys and girls,
With your tattered flags unfurled:
With your tattered flags unfurled:
Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king.
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?
