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Slipping Through My Fingers

Summary:

Ever since their dad disappeared it had been John B and Lucy-Red against the world. But as the promise of treasure and the threat of foster care loomed over the Routledges, sticking together became increasingly difficult. All Lu wanted was to stay at home with her chickens and her brother. All John B wanted was to find the gold and their father. But they were Pogues, and when did Pogues ever get what they wanted?

"You just need to trust me okay Lucy." Was all he said.

"Okay." Was all she replied.

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Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind?

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

She keeps on growing 

Slipping through my fingers all the time 

 

- Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hurricane Agatha was a godsend. A pure and complete miracle. John Booker Routledge would forever be in her glorious debt.

Without her the DCS would be knocking down the Chateau's ratty ass door, dragging him out to foster care, and his half-sister back to her birth mother.

Not to be dramatic or anything, but John B was pretty sure he'd rather die than go to foster care.

Because,

a) He could take care of himself.

b) He'd probably never see the Pogues again.

c) His dad wasn't fucking dead.

Besides, he would never let Lu go back to her mother. Ever.