Thread: A Place to Hang your Hat [AnnaBeth and Sigr]

Thank you, Beth replied when Alba referenced her little I Love Myself wall. Some of the ribbons looked out of the box new and some were sun bleached and a little tatty. Interspersed among them were a few pictures of Beth posing by herself or with her grandfather, all the way back to when she couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old and her grandfather had to kneel to be in the picture with her. Always her grandfather though, no other family member that Alba could see. Most of the ribbons were for breakaway calf roping and tie down calf roping, though there were a few third place ones for barrel racing and a single honorable mention for bareback riding. We don't travel around a lot the last few years, too busy, but we get about to rodeos from time to time. It's always a hoot, let me tell you. The wall adjacent to it looked more like a normal teenage girls', full of posters of singers and celebrities - a second look would show there wasn't a single boy or man among them though Carrie Underwood, Miranda Lambert, T-Swift, Kacey Musgraves, Faith Hill, Ashley Munro, Selena Gomez and Arianna Grande rounded up the musical side, and younger movie celebrities had a more minor role. Beth's bed rested long ways against the outside wall, more or less centered on a big push up window, and was covered with a thick cream colored blanket and had a fluffy eiderdown turned back and folded on itself at the end of the bed. While Alba started to get undressed, Beth went through her chest of drawers and pulled out a few items, putting them in two stacks. She picked up one and turned towards Alba who was just shucking off her jeans, revealing her panties. Oh, sorry, she said and turned away, then awkwardly turned back again and handed a stack of clothes to Alba before turning around again and needlessly fiddling with her own stack of clothes. Alba was the recpient of a long-sleeved flannel nightgown, obviously an older one of Beth's since it would be too short for her now but would fit Alba just fine. It was a washed pale pink with big white roses on it and tied at the neck with a slim satin ribbon. There was also a pair of socks, wool like the ones Beth currently wore, and a clean pair of panties, plain white cotton with a frog on the butt. Keeping her back to Alba, Beth quickly got into her own nightgown, almost identical to Alba's except it was mint colored and had lace at the yoke and cuffs instead of a pattern. Beth's body was slender, a rail as she described it, and there wasn't much swell to her hips or her bust. The skin on her forearms and the back of her neck when she bent her head forward was a little more tan than the rest of her body but overall her complexion was typical redhead pale and the freckles on her face were evident on her back though not as thick as on her face. Once she was done, Beth collected her dirty clothes and snagged Alba's bra as well. You want to come with me to brush your teeth and hair? she asked, then led Alba to the bathroom. It was small, making the two of them bump into one another as they switched positions, and there was no shower only an old claw-footed porcelain coated iron tub, a little rust in places, that had a removable showerhead on a hose attached to it. While Alba brushed her teeth with the new toothbrush Beth provided, Beth quickly hand washed Alba's bra and hung it across the edge of the towel rack to dry. Your hair's really pretty, she said as she watched the brush pull it out from its unkempt disarray to lay in thick, dark waves. I love the color of it and how you think it's one color but when it moves you can see it isn't. Like, streaks only not streaks. I don't rightly know what it's called, not much of a salon around here, she laughed. Back in the room Beth sat down cross-legged near the end of the bed. I know Granddaddy's already drawn out your family history and all from you, and you and him swapped tales about stuff. I hope you are sincere about your offer? she probed, a little worry in her voice. I don't get to talk to other girls much, 'cept in town and over the internet sometimes for school stuff. I just, I don't know, I don't really know what to talk about but I do want to talk. So, um, you got a feller? I don't see a ring, she added, but maybe you don't wear it because of your job.