“Yeah.” Maggie nodded and looked back towards the cellblock. “Let me grab some bags first, maybe a trowel. Might be we can even dig one up and relocate it here, if the roots are shallow enough.” She gave Rick a smile and then took a few steps backwards. “Grab Carl, I’ll meet you at the gate in five.” She turned and headed inside.
Maggie liked Rick, and she was glad she could provide something that would make things better for him. She didn’t know Carl very well, honestly she didn’t have much in the way of experience with kids his age. But she assumed he’d want to get out of the prison yard a bit.
This was what he wanted, this was what he had hoped for when they’d been out during the winter, constantly on the move for a better place. They had that now, the prison gave them that. Berry picking was something the officer had thought he’d never do again. “See you in five,” he mumbled the words and headed off in the other direction, in search of his son.
Once outside, he noticed his son chatting away to Hershel as they planted crops and tended to the vegetables they had grown. Smiles greeted him as he wandered over, pulling his gloves off of his hands and dropping them down next to the pig pen. This was normality, this was what he’d wanted for so long now. He wasn’t willing to let go of it, wasn’t willing to give it up for anything.
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